Lyrics:
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
believe!
I believe, I believe.
Chorus
I believe are children, I believe are children.
I believe education;
or a chance that
They might earn fees. Seven heavens. Memories of my wife in the kitchen. The children said I was a Christian
Lost in a mist. Pursuing love is
of the city so the city is ours
The city of big
The city of jay
The littiest stars
If they start arresting Christian's I'm guilty as charged
Give me my cell
zones, I'm telling you homes, have been invaded by tv's watching you, while
It programs your channels, or is that your children's brains, cause them tell
love and honorable toil
With children first a daughter. In him woke,
With his first babe's first cry, the noble wish
To save all earnings
the Saints put me on
College knowledge
I went to a Christian school
Learned how Christians moved
Came back a different dude
Starved on different food
Educated
the same shine
I'm motivated, every time I see my kids faces
Talk on the phone, send money home, better the situation
Educated, black man, yes indeed I made
Dear white Christians
As you lay your head in bed
You can hear the sounds go off in the distance
Sounds that sound similar to the way they did 300
they had 11 children. They made their home in the same “old shack" where 7 of their 11 children were born. Three more of their children were born in
teach the Christians the teachings of Jesus Christ
They've got the riches of world and keep them locked up tight
And they teach their children hatred,
industrial schools
Nuns called mothers
And their christian brothers
Kick the shit out of very frightened children
You say you wanna go home
You say you
We're talking about the whole man
In body, in mind, and in spirit
And you give the body what is good, good, good, good
You make him educated
teach children to worship him
when you're not protected, when you're all alone
the anti-christ will take you in his arms, give you a home
teach
we arrive as immigrants
And you call us citizens
And you welcome us as children home
You were alone and rejected
Misunderstood and detested
You gave it
to Winton
He had a brother and sister, he was middle of three
Raised in the Village of Ethelred the unready
Became a Christian and was baptised
Went to Stowe
Wayne
Head
Sleazy
Yeaaa
Yeaaaa
Yeaaaaaa
Girl we could get up don't split up
That nigga you wit right there
Bummy and look like a fool
Educated go
I'm going home one day, tell my story
I been climbing over hills and mountains
I'm gonna drink from the Christian fountain
You know all God's sons
Glory
I'm going home, one day, tell my story
I been climbing over hills and mountains
I'm gonna drink from the Christian fountain
You know all God,
going home live on high
Soon as my feet strike Zion
Lay down my heavy burden
Put on my robe in glory
Going home one day and tell my story
I've been
Up in the board, Christian Dior
Right before she get to sinnin' (sinnin')
She's in the club w/ in her sister-in-law
Lookin for some to believe in
I'm going home one day, tell my story
I been climbing over hills and mountains
I'm gonna drink from the Christian fountain
You know all God's sons
I'm going home one day, tell my story
I been climbing over hills and mountains
I'm gonna drink from the Christian fountain
You know all God's sons
out of love to
Keep you happy and educated
The first three letters of
The alphabet my name
I made you laugh, I made you dance
I made you sing
I been
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