Lyrics:
For increasing division. So thanks to what should be leading
The children to The Father to gather even larger legions
Are headed on a collision course
everywhere you go
Children in Africa starving by the fields
While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose
[Chorus]
He's an American, he's
cause they don't give a fuck about us, but when we start to rise, an evil in their children's eyes, now they give a fuck about us -
Fuck it y'all let's
or to another,
or to your brother. You're going to have to learn to sing this song, it goes:
Please don't pass me by,
ah you don't have to sing this .. not for
take them all with me, I'll leave you in misery
They'll pay for your sin
That twinkle in their eyes I steal with my pipe
Your children just like rats
go to hell dere
And young brothers that could be tryin to rap
Instead, are out boostin clothes at the Gap
Now what kind of life is that for a child?
like this, and you don't stop
A twink-twinkle, a rock the house
And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house
Can't forget my man Sal, rock the house,
to find my kid
My little brother who died with mortal sin
Along the way, I dug up a couple of graves
Of some children who died at a young age
Why did life
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
We drove across the Mid-West Plains
Through fallow fields of corn
Past the barns hanging by a thread
Dusty tractors old and worn
Sandhill cranes
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
that loveth not his brother
For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning
That we should love one another
Not as Cain, who was of that
shit man
Well, what I'm trying to say my brother
Why, why do we kill each other
Look at our children, what kind of a future
This is the training
no go like make my little children suffer,
Hei, Na im be say water don pass garri,
My brother my sister,
Your destiny must shine,
Akaraka chukwu nyelu
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
and we gon fight if he don't do it right
These muthafuckas finna feel me, no capping bitch this the real me
I feel like Jeseus, cause the ones I'd die for
This ain't a twinkle twinkle little star
But this may be the fattest track by far
And still the competition is, eager to listen
I keep shooting,
I've been sittin' so sideways Don't know which car I'm gon' drive today
Still prayin' for some brighter days House in the hills, that's the hideaway
representing for ghetto children worldwide
YouknowwahAmsaying
Ghetto children worldwide where you at huh
Stand Up huh
Common
The Street is What Made Me
It
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
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