Lyrics:
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
And a skilled fencer
Christmas 1938
Planned a Swiss ski holiday
His Friend Martin called
There's children to save
Changed of plans
Rest was marred
He dropped
or someone's pocket
Or you in bed with the ombudsman or something
I mean, that wouldn't surprise me around this neighborhood
What do you mean the same rules
to go into jail
And what are the children going to do?
There'll be nobody to cook for them
They'd be hungry
So, she had to go to the office
must children stare?
Doctor's office waiting room
Slight sense of impending doom
Parents seem oblivious
Child's beam insidious
Why must children
people to work in good jobs, we can teach our children in safe schools. We can overcome the deadly virus, we can rebuild work, we can rebuild the middle
Introit: EnnyOkosun...Blessed!
Baba Ye ee..Oluwa! Your Children are crying...Bawa se
Ani ke gbo ohun ti Mo fe wi (fe wi)
Listen Up..Ohun ti mo fe
scientist
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life, you'll walk
prevent a bullet from entering your head
Yes, this will prevent blood from flowing on the pages of the office and the children who are born will not say
for their country and their lives and to eradicate fascism.
Children dying of cancer have courage beyond words as does anyone battling cancer and still
an inconvenience
So he storms through the halls and
He tracks down his boss
Two years in this office he's battled across
A media major, he's craving the glory
the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's
of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
That are not A&R's in the cheap office
we're fillin' the prescription
Don't let 'em tell you off when they speak I just never listen
Executives in their office can't comprehend that you're
dreams, don't sell your children's souls, don't poison the world,
You can't sail the river Styx on a briefcase of money attached to your dick,
At the office
The devil he keep trying to fool me
But I know that there is a God
God showing love to His children
And He is not sparing the rod
We see the fake and façades
purpose
But you seem fine bein' part of the circus
You work all day
Money in ya pocket
Dreams all crushed as ya sat up in the office
And you know you'll be
Cops killing niggas and it got me in my feelings
So thats why we get high as the ceiling
But I can't never let it happen to my children
So I gotta
The whole village is here..
But our leader hasn't come, yet..
He just phoned in to say that he's gone to the Collector's office and will be here soon
all devils laying dormant
I arrive to cause torment, dark heavens, begins forming
start brain-storming, invite you in my office
my face begin
children
Had it all, now it's repossessed
Can't feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that cash rules
Success is a precious jewel
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