Lyrics:
the one to give her what she needs
Kentucky gambler, who's gonna raise your children in Kentucky
Who's gonna keep them fed and keep shoes on their feet
Coated in batter, drowned in heat
Kentucky fried children, we will eat.
Coated in batter, drowned in heat
Kentucky fried children, we will eat.
Born and raised in Kentucky dawg
We some dirty south boys
In love with Jesus and Ball
Born and raised in Kentucky Dawg
Where the sun shine bright
going to be the one to give her everything she needs?
(Kentucky gambler, who's going to raise your children in Kentucky?)
And who's going to keep them
going to be the one to give her everything she needs?
(Kentucky gambler, who's going to raise your children in Kentucky?)
And who's going to keep them
the one to give her all she needs
Kentucky gambler, who's going to raise your children in Kentucky
And who's going to keep them fed and keep them shoes
Hospital flow, need more gauze
I think when they don't understand
Something they gotta compare
It to something to make
Themselves feel comfortable
Hospital
Bring your toys to Crystal Ship
Oooo, for the children
Bring your toys to Crystal Ship
Oooo, for the children
Oooooooo
Merry Christmas, children
the children glow
While a boy walking ragged in the cold Kentucky snow
No, they don't have Christmas in Kentucky
There's no holly on a West Virginia door
For
and a lover
A fighter and a saint
A hippie so quaint
With an unexpected fate
Hillsboro Kentucky is where I was raised
In the creeks I played
In the hills I
Kentucky Mud
What's to love? A Cadillac something like a Deville, it may be dubbed
Southbound, headed back to the west, and Deville downtown
I'm taking it
When all God's children on the Earth will evermore be saved.
Babies. Mother. Hospital. Scissors.
Creature. Judgement. Butcher. Engineer.
Babies.
chillin', spendin' the time with our children
Finna mail off my stamps and we'll be grillin'
Step offa this Kentucky Mud
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
packs to McDonald
My drip McFlurry
Can't see your shit 'cause it's blurry
Ayy, hospital, y'all niggas my children
Catchin' bodies, my nigga, we cheerin',
HAVE MERCY O LORD- RAGAE
YOUR PEOPLE ARE DYING LORD,DYING EVERY DAY…
YOUR PEOPLE ARE PERISHING LORD, PERISHING EVERY DAY…
YOUR CHILDREN ARE
abilities for a better way of life.
Babies
mother
hospital
scissors
Creature
judgement
butcher
engineer.
These are the little children
the future in our
on your face
When you sing those travelin' songs
So we headed for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of dreams
My rough-out books, a few T-shirts
A worn out
Taylor
The Kentucky EMT
With no one there to save her
Made a living out of saving lives
And that's how they repaid her
It's time to turn the page
Put your
My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
‘Tis summer, the children at play
The corn top’s riper
Everything fell to pieces
When my eyes met yours
In that hospital gown
And the dreams we once were dreaming
That we held so close
Felt
Add, dyslexia, the learning disabilities
And the tests by which children are labeled and damaged
Are a fraud
Only a devil would poison children for
African people
You better wakeup and rise up
You are the children of the most high rise up
African people
You better wakeup and rise up
You are
the lies stop the propaganda bring our children home now
In how many hospitals & schools will they hide
Targeting civilians worldwide
How many of our
Improving our abilities for a better way of life.
Chorus:
Babies. mother. hospital. scissors.
Creature. judgement. butcher. engineer.
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