Lyrics:
I've got a wife and four grown children
I can't afford their education
I've been a prison guard for fourteen years
That ain't exactly a vacation
The Edison Museum, not open to the public
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
Folks drive in from out of town
To gaze in amazement
thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds
A deathly distant rumble
To Titanic-breaking children lost
In melting crystal tears.
Capturing black
Word just came from upstate, Joe
Lower the flag again
This time it's Dayton, southwest Ohio
Last night El Paso, Texas counted twenty-two dead
I met your son last nite on the steps of the museum
selling ecstacy and weed to all the children
He looked so much like you
I just had to ask him
the museum
And someone made love in the glass
And I'd forgot my name
And the way back to my mother's house
With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips
Billa villa in here, pimp that's what I'm talkin' bout
Closed minded lil' children,
I write my way to a million, lookin' out the plane windows
Fuck
There are fires up in downtown
There are fires down in upstate
There are fires in our backyard
There are fires on your highway, honey
I'ma get
belts. Their seat belts
Everyone fastens their seat belts
They're safe to go!
The bus has arrived at the museum
At the museum. At the museum
The bus has
confusion, yeah, yeah
We don't need a history lesson
Museums are made to lie
We won't be xeroxed for the future
Careless children never die, hot damn
Thinly
We
Organic images
Dissolving earth
Our future children
Sure at us unfixed
From a residence of stars
In their sidereal ships
Ho sailing
wakes
Receivin' all types of calls from Upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' for lesser
The God left the lessons on my dresser
So I
motel
Hunted by the world
Or death of old age
The children will all study your remains
In a museum somewhere
Homosapien extinct
I should've listened
for my people, yet we don't know why
They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like thuggish minds turned out by
No more chump change, none of that bull
Just movies, museums and the hall of fame
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we
To the g
Intro: g repeated to get the rhythm
G
From china to chinatown new york to tokyo
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See cadd9 em7
Upstate to down island from here
No more chump change, none of that bull
Just movies, museums and the hall of fame
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we
for the West
With her shivering children in zero degrees
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for land, is a bargain
a Glock
If you got some beef please express that in silence
Or else, violence
But right here is the life, it's the children of the concrete
Living off
Well, Zenora Bariella and Coriander Pyle
They had sixteen children in the usual style
They had a curio museum and they had no guile
All they ever
for the West
With her shivering children in zero degrees
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for land, is a bargain
no heart
How they gon' take my lil' cousin upstate?
He was whippin' to give all his children a start
Playin' with that water, gotta be a shark
nigga tryin' to flip an end
Five year probation, nigga fuck the pen
What up, Uncle Kev doin' eight upstate
I heard you're benchin ten plates, knockin'
a weight
Every sigh a conversation
Let's lock it all away
Not in front of the children
Sin and love and hate and sin
And sin and love and hate and sin
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