Lyrics:
hates surfer
Now I know not everybody hates surfer
in the BRD
Now I know not everybody hates surfer
Now I know not everybody hates surfer
in the BRD
out on the street
Just imagine how scared they are
Do you know where your children are?
Because it's now twelve o'clock
If they're somewhere out
are?
Because it's now twelve o'clock
If they're somewhere out on the street
Just imagine how scared they are
Do you know where your children are?
it's not our fault you got to work with them
Protect children, you're not supposed to hurt children (for real)
Protect children, you're not supposed
let your chick drop to get 'em
And follow that broad to make sure them people not with 'em
[children] Seven!
[Fresh] Don't bring (?)
system
To a point where we have more
Of a success rate in
Terms of black children that go
From high school to college
I feel like college was not
(Today my friend, just like yesterday
The struggle in the barrio doesn't change
Our children are the ones to grow up
By the law of the street
Living
let your chick drop to get 'em
And follow that broad to make sure them people not with 'em
[children] Seven!
[Fresh] Don't bring (?)
to something but that shit do not sum
Get hit with that heat like they kissed by the sun
Actin' like kids so I guess they my sons
Silver surfer a nut
Third leg
is gone
Do you know where your children are?
Because it’s not 12 o’clock
And they’re somewhere out on the street
Just imagine how scared they are
Do
a friendship
When I send shit
Not to mend shit
I'm a end shit
And smack the hoe out you
Cause this some men shit
Cut the circulation
I'm trying to breed life
Little surfer girl lived down the street
To see her walk by would make my heartbeat
She looked so bitchin with her long beach blonde hair
She had
children
Cause you niggas ain't serious
Fuckin up the game
You can put em in the clearance
BroFam poppin boi
What the fuck you thank
Keep the same
The struggle in the barrio doesn't change.
Our children are the ones to grow up
By the law of the street
Living between hugs and blows)
Down on a half darkened
Let me be your conga player
Serenade you on the street
Al the natives' gather there
In the evening by the sea
I'd rather be your surfer girl
Than have
house street
I could not believe that more shit would happen to me
A bum looking for some fun
Throwing shit at a nun!
I could not let that pass
Stopped
What about the children?
Playin' in the streets
Dreaming of that good life
No shoes on their feet
Where is their mama, where is their daddy?
skrrt it's like a Nascar
Stacking up my checks to go and cop a fast car
Ride my own wave on the beat just like a surfer
Yea i keep that heavy metal like
There are people that are standing in the street and shouting loud
Give to us our freedom we are human we are proud
We are all God's children and we
Millions of the children are either not in school
or in school they aren't learning unable to read, write or count
It makes me so sad
When I deep in
They're taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
They're taking her children away
Because she was making it with
said she was not a good mother
They're taking her children away
Because of the things she did in the streets
In the alleys and bars, no she couldn't be
on tobacco and coffee
And too much thinking, or just going blank I guess
Lines of men in bars, lines of bars in streets
Streets of children
Here children still
fountain of truth
No answers at all in the streets or the mall
I saw it in the ocean, found raging emotion
Nothing is stable i'm really not able to
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