Lyrics:
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Listen to me
Far killed project 18
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
who was born to set men free
Consumed by the joy at the sight of this child
Voices rang out with these words
Saying:
What child is this, who, laid
hearts are broken
But we ain't got so far to go
No we ain't got so far to go
In a den of prostitution
To a girl both frail and weak
A child was born who
the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
Bein' born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
Let every heart prepare Him room
Divinity in a virgin's womb
The answer we have waited for
The promise child on earth is born
God incarnate here
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
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
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night
For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep,
Christ is born to save us
Sing we with the host of heaven
Reconciled by a Child who to us is given
Reconciled by a Child who to us is given
Simple
(Ronnie Lane)
Once I was a stone many years ago
Into a pool was thrown many years ago
Time passed by, the pool ran dry, excavated was I
know
Flash before my eyes, yeah, uh
And on my deathbed what will I say as I pray?
And reminisce of another day
I came from nothing, a child born in
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days
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
North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky,
tonight.
Shepherd boy upon the hill
Bid your flock be very still.
Fall softly snow.
A child is born tonight.
Shine brightly star.
Wisemen bearing gifts come
Then you conceived our child was born
And we were one
Picked her up put her by your side
Saw the smile that you couldn't hide
How do you feel now
a shortage of air
A child beyond time without gender
Metamorphing to surrender
Each shape for one older and still
No end to how each could be killed
By
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
the child was born and the three wise men
Heard the preacher tell it like the preacher does
But let me tell you, children,
That's not how it was
Now
track for miles, looking for disease
Puzzled by the mountains, tricked by the sea
and the argus is practiced compassion
with an eye on you, as one is
In the silent, still of this night
By this lamp gently glowing;
This child somehow knowing was
promised to be;
Meek and gentle is He.
In this moment
Silent night, deadly night
Nothing is calm, Hell's fire burns bright
Rape the virgin, the mother and child
Defiled infant, cooked tender and mild
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