Lyrics:
blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's play, motherfucka!
Aw, fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me
When I
He's born to live, he's born to love
But we'll teach him not to hate
True love it is a rock
Smoothed over by a stream
No ticking of a clock
Truly
the light of God
I am a child of Jesus
I am a child of
Jesus Christ
I am loved and
Born of God
I am in the light of God
Your blood is speaking for me
Your
For unto us, a child is born
Unto us, a Son is given
Unto us, a sweet child is born
I wish I could've been there
About two thousand years had
this is child's play... motherfucka!!!
Verse 2:
Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I
I am okay, okay there I go alone, easy
Here I am to stay, thank you
There I go alone
A child you were born, a child you'll return
Counting your miles
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep,
You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug
And I was a shaven headed, seaside thug
Things haven't really changed that much
One of us is still
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played Lord with a feel'
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People let me tell you it was
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
(Why don't you get my lawyer on the phone)
There were days these child eyes
Would overlook the ugliness and fantasize
I found my heart for the first
Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof
A bicycle, a garden wall
A mother's call, a love is born
And after all, the sleep that falls on me
In
of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
Shawn Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces
He was the last of my four children
The only one who didn't give me any pain
Every day for miles
Babbling to birds flying by
(Babbling to the birds as they fly by)
Somewhere some man hides his eyes
'Cause Dooley is his child
spare to spoil the child
Is only propaganda meant to keep you in denial
Go on and follow your desire but he was preachin to the choir
Time is
the triumph of the skies
With angelic hosts, proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark, the herlad angels sing
Glory to the newborn king
There's a man
Who
Ill-fated child
Born without a choice
Under the bleakest skies
You were delivered
Swaddled to a grave
It is in your blood
It is in DNA
What you inherit
You're
This home is warm
My heart is full
Glad tidings of the blessings of the Lord
Unto you a child is born
Unto you a child is born
Unto you a child is born
wings
Have gone
Tell me where they've gone
From Jordan to Chicago
Another child is born
Trusting that we'll get it
Right this time
I should've
They didn't own a house, no crib no toys were waiting
Still they had their love for the child they were anticipating
He was born one winter night
She was born with a song in the air
In the summer of 85
The clouds just went and the day became so bright
A child of love angel like
With
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