Lyrics:
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Is this the new national anthem
(How many times has that ever happened to you?)
In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
want a part of the movement
So they give their child to those who want to
In this situation, what woman is wearing the mum's shoes
Now these women who
approaching midnight
What was she doing on the street?
When he asked the girl this question
The child seemed to retreat
She said she was staying with her
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas, every minute a child dies by this disease
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
and eat it too (fuck you)
This is hard time on Planet Earth, for what it's worth
Xzibit stay in rotation without rehabilitation like this
Players,
from
Essence about my ex wife
Doing another sad fictitious story
Nothing surprises me anymore, including this
This is what your life has come to sis?
let's take it back to six o'clock first.
By going to work!
c kiss on the face won't hurt.
Brush off the dirt.
Put a smile on my shirt.
This is what my
Especially not at school
I want to ask what his school code is
To find out what neighbourhood he's from
He turns back to me, "Y'think
This is so crazy
My new
Time it out and give it a couple of tries
So what is Space and this vail cast over our eyes
Its a disguise
The government uses lies and tries
To hide
Hypnotizing him for him to kiss his dreams bye, bye
But the child would think that it was just a myth that would pass by
But little did he know that he was
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just? so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
Marley's
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by
I’m all by myself, wondering where is love
Or should I just give up you know
Hell nah. Can’t quit. That ain’t how you change this
Even when it’s going
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
no limits, the magic a god produces
Imagine if you knew this
You'd never have to tolerate or be affected by how ignorant anyone's view is
Silly child
impossible
They do not exist
But Santa Claus, definitely exists
The question we need to ask is
In what manner does Santa Claus exist
And I think that asking
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