Lyrics:
convention's good for your soul
Well you can scream and cry as much as you like
we can re apply anything you might cry off right here in this stall
and if it's
Here inside this quiet room there's direction
Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection
A million people scurry they are looking for advice
None
the world
Our children's children their voice must be heard
Our hope for the future
Little boys and girls tell you about it right now, alright
It's their
a fez the parade stretches out for a mile
Chorus
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's
a brand new dance for you (jerk, children)
Come on do the jerk everybody (come on do the jerk)
I said, come on do the jerk right now (come on do the jerk)
a brand new dance for you (jerk, children)
Come on do the jerk everybody (come on do the jerk)
I said, come on do the jerk right now (come on do the jerk)
and history never replaced
2000lb bombs leave craters where children once played
They've made conditions unlivable for people encaged
Destroying more hospitals
(Help them. Help our children. Help them. Help our children)
Will you let them be? (Help the children)
Will you help the children live to see...
not, then I'll be Socrates
Throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities
Hamilton, at the Constitutional Convention
I was chosen for
[children] Ten!
[Fresh] Tell a broad, "Everything for free.
You can shop 'til you drop, shorty, all on me."
[children] Nine!
[Fresh] Number
Yo, yo fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put a
Eighteen year old nigga making his own fucking beats
for his children and his beautiful wife)
But one night in Dallas at a computer convention
(He got so loaded he could hardly stand)
Woke up with
[children] Ten!
[Fresh] Tell a broad, "Everything for free.
You can shop 'til you drop, shorty, all on me."
[children] Nine!
[Fresh] Number
my own spirit has no limits
I refuse to stay in this realm I just visit
We're warriors who're prepared can you dig it
For this system that's sucking up
the invention of my on conventions
Lyrics are my extension how I aim for ascension
I put attention to my tension so it doesn't have retention
My self I'm
children
Let Rastas never die
When everything is going right
They forget about your presence
But when the tables turn upside down
They know that you're
These lil' niggaz is crazy!
What the fff?
This is our future?
It's 'bout the children, man
Daamn!
Ayo, P! (I pray to God for the kids, man!)
No
know a where ya comin' from
African children
Right here in a mean, wild world
African children
All of the nations are living in these tenements
of others
Those who have lost the right to speak
As you think of others far away
Think of yourself and say "if only I
Were a candle in the night"
This is for
actually a Trae day in Houston on July 22nd for his humanitarian work for this great Texas city
So Trae tha Truth is with me now, from the Convention
And make way for an old vision
Which will now be a new vision, yes
Headliner, lay the foundation
Dig your hands in the dirt
That's right
Children play
I can't live
I won't live cause I can't leave
What's the right religion?
Jewish, Muslim, Christian
If it's all fiction
Are we here for a reason?
never get this moment
Back again
And they'll always remember this time" How do
We as adults optimize it for them right now
Whether they have money or not
Africans no
Them a never never loved Jah children
Them never never loved my children
Them a never never loved Jah
Don't worry for I and I
Cause we are
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