Lyrics:
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And bitter are their blues
But deep inside the ghetto
There's a unity
Their councils are for sorrows
And no misery
Children of the ghetto
survive on the ocean of being?
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way.
Sadly now your thoughts turn
of underground, Tubman with the path
They ask about the help and all I do is laugh
I say God my only boss
Even Moses had a staff you know
Children of Jah children
The children of the ghetto
Runnin' wild and free
Children of the ghetto
Runnin' wild and free
In the concrete jungle
Filled with misery
[00:46.84]
[00:49.46]Sun rose on the new council estate
[00:53.16]
My gran retrained as a nurse when the children were older
My mother drew her disability pay
away
Council flats make me blind
I try but these towers so grey
Nowhere for my children to play
My baby needs fun
My skin needs the sun
My
away
Council flats make me blind
I try but these towers so grey
Nowhere for my children to play
My baby needs fun
My skin needs the sun
My
part was filling out the questionnaire
Asking you what kind of challenges you're willing to live with
What kind of disabilities, as the world would
been asking for it
I'm from Indiana, we the Children of the Corn
Talk shit, they get you in the lavatory
If you wack and morbid, take a trip to the North
"Poor soul", he thinks
"Diminished by a disability"
I'm diminished only by your ignorance
I am not to be pitied
Nor should you feel guilty for me
It's not always marshmallows melting over half charred logs today, today
Half churned out primary school children with a fresh fear of porcelain
on the ocean of being?
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way.
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars
'97 Mentality
Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen
Gambino
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Wellr it's Monday morning, he's kissin' momma goodbye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives
children, guns, women
Whatcha thinkin aint a thang long as you hear the angels singin
Propagate a militia with ya, raise up a few knights and bishops
In up,
children will know it's a lie
Here comes the genius with a twisted mind
That's wrapped itself up in a corporate climb
Flattening mountains to win a race
But
lyin still with the strawberry jam
Midwest naivete gone too fast
One time for these lifelong seasons
Switching real fast but that just how it goes
One
"It's all for the good of your ideas"
Putting milk in the bowls of his children's inevitable tears every morning
Insane
Watch 'em get depressed under
The parent's tears
Idol of the dark, Idol of the grim
Heated with belief
No god, no salvation for you
Hear the sacrifice
Hear the cries of your own flesh
their stings,
And horses are born with eagles' wings,
And everything is strange and new.
The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood
As if they were changed
AND STRENGTHEN THEE OUT OF ZION
REMEMBER ALL THYNE OFFERINGS
AND ACCEPT THY BURN SACRIFICE
GRANT THEE ACCORDING TO THYNE OWN EARTH
AND FULFILL THYNE COUNCIL WE'LL
might catch a dope case
Ugh! I Mastered the P
With connects in the Midwest, so I'm Heavy in the D
Ugh! Ya boy still Snoop around
Since a pup, I been
to my hole
Giving council what they desire a feast upon souls
With crooked teeth they grin
Within their sleep, the humans they writhe in agony
might catch a dope case
Ugh! I Mastered the P
With connects in the Midwest, so I'm Heavy in the D
Ugh! Ya boy still Snoop around
Since a pup, I been
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