Lyrics:
to stink)
There's a book with smiling children,
Nearly dead with christmas joys
And smiling in his office
Is the creep who makes 'the toys'
(they got
Children of Israel take heed
And listen to the words of the prophet
The wages of sin is dead now
The gift of Jah is eternal life
The truth is a fact
(little children roll)
A children rock (little children rock)
A children roll (little children roll)
A children rock me can't dead
Play the music me
believe!
I believe, I believe.
Chorus
I believe are children, I believe are children.
I believe education;
Motherless children sees a hard time when their mother is dead
Motherless children sees a hard time when their mother is dead
They are driven out
Now when the dead man come to life beheld
His wife his wife no more, and saw the babe
Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee,
And all the warmth,
YO, YO, YO (The King)
Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing they siblings
Nothing but my children, children (Children).
Ain’t no other kings in
Motherless children sees a hard time
When their mother's dead
Motherless children sees a hard time
When their mother's dead
They are driven out
If there was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who'd
dead dead dead dead
And some other bleeding children
Are smiling
They're dead in the rubble
They're dead dead dead dead
And Mercury rises
false, they flag, how you goin' rag to rag?
Book bag got the big pump
Like high school, you can get jumped
Can't play me like a weak punk, ayy
Bend it
of heaven will come true on that day
When the sky shall open and this earth melt away
Then all God's faithful children will raise up from the dead
United in
carry books around, manuals are bound in leather
We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle
We free MC's, what we decree will not desert
dong the witch is dead
She put them first
Before herself
Self sacrifice she cast her spells
She saw them turn from books and school
Pencils down,
the Essenes, Kabbalah,
The Golem, Egyptian and Tibetan Books of The Dead, Cayce, Hopis,
all the major and minor religions, meditation, levitation, invisibility,
mother's womb, doomed to return to the tomb
Or was it from the dead I was raised?
All too soon to pay, on judgement day
Is this beginning or the ending
Died
In this world
I've told so many sad stories
And seen sad pictures towards you and me
Even the books Lord
When I take a careful look
It was hard
as I watched the
Media snake right in, not missing a teardrop
Interviewing the parents of dead children
Televising the funerals then came
The witch hunt
Motherless children have a hard time when their mother's dead
Motherless children have a hard time when their mother's dead
Wanderin' round from
their heart,
"Rasta, your god is dead!"
But I'n'I know:
Jah, Jah Dread;
It shall be Dreader Dread.
Jah live, children, ye-ah!
Jah, Jah live,
that it mightn't be true?
What do you do?
Careful the things you say
Children will listen
Careful the things you do
Children will see
And learn
that it mightn't be true?
What do you do?
Careful the things you say
Children will listen
Careful the things you do
Children will see
And learn
a fucking book
But from living life and every opportunity I took
We wanted to believe in the creator
And after we're dead we'll meet our maker
Didn't know
faithful children will raise up from the dead
United in God's Kingdom, When The Book Of Life Is Read.
What a happy feelin' to know He'll always care
And when
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