Lyrics:
Like colts about the waste. So Annie, now--
Have we not known each other all our lives?
I do beseech you by the love you bear
Him and his children not
voice, lift up your voice)
(Children)
(Rejoice, rejoice)
The cleaners have done their job on you
They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove
voice, lift up your voice)
(Children)
(Rejoice, rejoice)
The cleaners have done their job on you
They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove
dead" newsman said
Where do the children play
Strangers lives linked by pain and strife
Helplessly hoping for a better life
Stained glass and stone won't
A statue of a man eating dragon scares the children
A man can eat a dragon and his loins will scare the women
His car is an aquarium
Rotting sea creatures
We're Selassie I children
Haile Selassie children
We are Ethiopians by blood
Africa was born in us, Selassie children
Haile Selassie children
We
switch
I plan feats of terror to unthread you stitch by stitch
Tell me children, It's I who lead your lives
Tell me children, I am supreme device
We are children of the world, watching every day go by
Changes my life, changes your life, keeps us all anticipating
We are searchers of the truth,
And everyone should get along
Okay, children, quiet down, quiet down
Children, I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His
And everyone should get along
Okay, children, quiet down, quiet down
Children, I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
a beaten broken man he
Shovels dirt but got no land
And he held out his hand to
Me all God's children aren't free
I'd sing along too a silly song
But all
be lost
And, the capitalist man would be the cause
Who give the people their material needs
Oh, Jah Jah children take heed
Live wise and don't you
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
the middle of a hopeless world
Lost in the middle of a hopeless world
Children, children of the moon watch the world go by
Children, children of the moon are
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold
with my guns by my side
Ready to ride till I die
And I'm a soldier
And you can see it in my eyes
Even when the man dies
They say a soldier
Zee
I just want to make bread
I.Z Wuh you duh
It's all good bro what have you got for me
Killerbwoy ogani eh
I just want to make bread
Rebellious
Man
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
lives, no children
Expect the unexpected
Notice the ordinary
If it seems to easy it probably isn't
How many rounds
Aim then fire
Live by the gun die by
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper
And William Stewart
(Chorus)
Ah moving up (we're coming together)
Jah, Jah Children them
outta funds
Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns
I refuse to be that man livin' cheque to cheque
30 years at the job? What you
life
Envy no one, no wish to be with no evil man
For there'll come the day
When you'll be whipped by the father's hand
Live up roots children
cheques
I'll visit Lisbon (Portugal)
Mama said
I never listen (never)
Mama know
That HT glisten (always)
I'm a man
I love emissions
See the fumes
I'm
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