Lyrics:
nuts.)
Word up. They're just liars.
They cant believe I can pull Reba McEntire.
Ever since I came out of my mamas butt
I knew I was destined for
Reba McEnTire & Clint Black
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found.
Was blind, but now I
a loud mouth
Loud child, so I learn to use my words now
Listen up, lemme hit you with the verse now
Back in the day, I used to cut from class
Had a couple
wanna be saved (saved by my own grave)
Pray on (pray on my child)
Oh yeah (pray on my child)
I got a home on high (yes, I got a home on high)
I
Mpora kuri drip
Yo Ni must
Pull up in whip
Imwe ikaze
Kubirombe manuka
Reba kuntu ntambuka
Droplets zitaruka
G azi guseruka
Drip ni must
Every day
Ah
Just do your thing, child
Just do your thing, child
Do your thing
Truth be told, I got the ball on a string
Carried the weight of the world
wanna be saved (saved by my own grave)
Pray on (pray on my child)
Oh yeah (pray on my child)
I got a home on high (yes, I got a home on high)
I
wanna be saved (saved by my own grave)
Pray on (pray on my child)
Oh yeah (pray on my child)
I got a home on high (yes, I got a home on high)
I
celebration
Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I'm a ghetto child
All the ghettos around the world, dig this
One day I
One day near Christmas when I was just a child
Mama called us together and mama tried to smile
She said you know the cotton crop hasn't been too
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying
Oh child, will you ever get by?
Will you listen to things I say?
We don't know the difference from your wrong or right
We'll learn it along
testing our Patience
Run Run Round we chaising
We still Ignited
We gonn' go way up
We ain't taking no short cut
Gang Gang with the day ones
We still
One day near Christmas when I was just a child
Mama called us together and mama tried to smile
She said you know the cotton crop hadn't been too
supersaver to your mind
We seem to float by yesterday's child
The new you, the land time forgot and a horse with no name
And all of a sudden we realize that
Words & Music by Ed Bruce
I wish I'd known the man a little better
That turned my mama on
He must have been a heck of a man
'Cause mama was
wipe ko wa vigilant
Though I no be evangelist but Me I still dey minister
This one no be child's play, no be number, no be ABD
This one no be mountain
Jesus loves me, I know, Bible tells me so
You wanna be Christ-like, gotta have child-like (Faith)
Consider it a trial by faith, living in His grace
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
And you don't see it now
But one day I'm gone shine
Standard so high
Because I got a vision
I'm tryna spit knowledge
Y'all don't want to listen
But that
Evil Child
I got tired of life
I got tired for real
So I got up one day and go ask for help
From one of my aunties
I considered my friend
I
Roll that shit
Light that shit
Then pass that shit
TrapNerds bitch
I just wanna get high
Smoke weed with my niggas
As the days go by
My bank account
rifle
And I know one day my daughter could win American Idol
(I see you girl)
I try to lead by example, that comparison's vital
Yeah, I got skeletons in
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