Lyrics:
you're picking on society
That believes on your family tree
Calling you to come home
You're the keeper of the castle
So be a father to your children
pickin' on society
That the leaves on your family tree
Are callin' you to come home.
You're the keeper of the castle
So be a father to your children
A broken man without a home
Desperate and so alone
A victim of society
No one really wants to see
Some of us don't even wonder
Some of us don't
A broken man without a home
Desperate and so alone
A victim of society
No one really wants to see
Some of us don't even wonder
Some of us don't
Cryin' in the streets
They run for their lives
How can you lead them to heaven
They don't realize
Children of the night
How far can we fall
pickin' on society
That the leaves on your family tree
Are callin' you to come home.
You're the keeper of the castle
So be a father to your children
there to show?
Side by side they marched together fighting so their children
Could be free,
To build a better world, a new society
All classes
or not.
CHORUS
I have known socialists
They stayed in my home in 1964
For the vote drive
They were like my children
I don't care if they be black or white
Society - dog pile
Religion - shit pile
The government - dirt pile
Military - gomer pyle
Army, air force, marines, shit pile!
Training our children
about equals
Or is it this different when it hits this close to your home
Ask your momma will the children suffer
Or will they hate us for our dreams,
nuh care about the children, children
Dem only sit down and mash up the society
And nothing for the children, the children
Righteousness
the love and care from every
Family...Family
Children are the hope for every family
Society depends on family
To keep it strong
Teach Right from Wrong
Children born and raised on a Sunday
Hearing what their leaders say
Singing along
A story missing to the ones who won't listen
All the words are left
All my life I see the mistakes happening again.
People in poverty and the goverment do nothing.
Children raised in violent homes with absent parents.
your wrists and laugh
When boredom kills
Shot morphine pills
Be faithful unto death
In every home a rapist
Are killers family men
Why do children
Wake up world your children will have no home
Wake up world before the earth will end
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Wake up world robots are fake
Conflict from human greed
Hypocrisy of the treacherous king
Inherit the cursed nation
Dominating rules through deceits and lies
Burn children's
silently expecting you to see us
We are the children of broken homes
Draped in cigarette stained sheets feeling all alone
Lost in our phones
Illuminated
day
Adolescence workin' for small pay
World so little, he could never leave his block
His home full of riddle, so he always need his glock
He coast
generation gap
And fucking in the street
Where is my parallel to that?
All I want is a good home
And a wife and a children
And some food to feed them every
look!
I cyan believe what I see!!” she cried as her hands shook.
She son eh come home last night
Seems he was in a fight
And the whole thing broadcast
job
And follow the grief trail home
Follow the grief trail home
If you're sixteen years old with final exams
Society's got you by the balls
You can
Marching home
This is a song of the Diaspora, for some time a lot of people in the world have been displaced due to socio economic reasons,
he comes back home
He sleeps and then he goes to work again
And his life is pretty good as far as you can tell
On Mars there is a sort of thing
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