Lyrics:
see Keller
Helen is smelling ah
No one is telling her
cccent from Kenya
cbsence of dermia
Vitiligo vertigo
In the Villagio
Burnt face o
Decrease
Unto us a child is born
Come to love and save the world
Lying there beneath the stars
We have come to see our savior king
We have traveled all this
contemplating, is worth the pain of waiting
We'll only end up hating the child we may be creating
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, by society
Love
The year is 1971.
Now comes the first of the children of Roton
Lords of the Underground witness the birth of the funky child
Doitall hit 'em
, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up
When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant
All you pop heads, drop
of the Police.
Lee is the third child from her family; she loves soccer and wants to be a footballer, but the circle of her friends isn’t too good, she left home
evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
While shepherds watch their flock by night,
They see a bright
To take from me my precious wife
While leaving this alive
There is no reason for this life
Why does he even exist
And if he had never been born
This shit for the founders
New born kings
Not the outta towners with the billboard schemes
Trust us, Cult Encounters a problem
Enough of tough luck,
When I heard the sound of thunder
On the day that I was born,
I was blinded by the lighting
An' baptised in the storm
My father started crying
I. Helen, at 9 am, at noon, at 5:15
Her ambition is to be more shiny
and metallic, black and purple as
a thief at midday trying to make it
in
know
Flash before my eyes, yeah, uh
And on my deathbed what will I say as I pray?
And reminisce of another day
I came from nothing, a child born in
style
And smoking by the pound
It's a jungle or a circus I see too many clowns
When they see you winning man all they do is frown
Drive around town
Girl
They were told by angel
This child would come
And he would fulfill his father's word
Be born of Mary
This holy one
Would truly be the savior
They were told by angel
This child would come
And he would fulfill his father's word
Be born of Mary
This holy one
Would truly be the savior
gods
Turning in the rods for the bags of the catfish
I don't believe that god is a black man
Spoiled child getting robbed for his black vans
Mars
yea yea yea yea
Glory to God
Glory to God I’m like a child again
Born of the spirit and water and blood
Freedom at last I’m no longer a slave
Yes
I am born of love
A child of God
Standing here without a spot
For I was saved by grace
That blessed day, you gave your life for me
Then you've
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on
Give me my freedom for as long as I be
All I ask of the living is to have no chains
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on
Give me my freedom for as long as I be
All I ask of the living is to have no chains
except for a little bit of turkey
I was born to be mild, like the first McDonalds child
Born to be king, of the really boring things
My life concecrated by
Reagan child,
Born to be king of the really boring things,
My heart controlled by the sheer outlook
My veins are pumping with the cash I took.
I can't
as time began
Placed the stars into the heavens
And breathed life into a man
It was this Child born of a virgin
Sent to reclaim humanity
Man's redeemer
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
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