Lyrics:
rappers by the billions
I battle old folks and small children
soldiers and civilians, I take on states and countries
I stay hungry, a predator, I
Chorus:
4 da children let's stick together
4 da children try-make life a little better
4 da children try to make this world a better place
4 da
Palestine
The only decorations here
Had been awarded for their crimes
And in gardens where the children played
Now soldiers only trod
And stranger
the right information"
Can you make it your own
Can you take it by the throat
Make your own luck, learn the skills
Get in early for the kill
It
the lowest road
Went back to school got bold
Your a heroine you know
A sister, mother, teacher
For so many children yet
You ignite a special light
In all
twice in London
Traveling around for all of his time
Looking for and finding a goddess
He took Diana to be his wife
Of the children, they'd begotten
The only difference is it's 2022 not 1944
So what's all the hatred for
When you're staring in the eyes of a brother before
Bigger guns will crush
We commandeer a corner table
At our small town diner
Just five or six old men
Throwin' out corny ol' one-liners
They pat the heads of children
programed to reap destruction wherever I go
I'm a bad risk for my credit is only backed up by the United States Government
My reputation is that
name, and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
missed hit your brothers
So tell me, why can't you hear the children crying
For this world they did not choose
We have to learn how to live together
religion
Fall to their minions
The rich, they want your children
Fight each other
Oh, won't you, kill all of
Your brothers today
For me
For your country
spoke...
EMMA
I've been waiting for you.
YOUNGER BROTHER
At Union Square.
WORKERS
Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!
ORGANIZER
Put the children
of years
But in Rage Romulus slayed Remus
His brother´s blood stained his hands
They shall rise
Children of the wolf
God-sent. The sons of Mars
are Romulus
in by the metro for killing time and pain
With a singing brakeman screaming through your veins
And everything's been sold American
The lonely
TiehTieh
Listen
I see my people crying
Let’s give our children hope
I see my people dying
Hanging by a rope
But I know oh oh
One day e go better oh
Intro:
Uh huh! Boom! Solomon shaker, Rastafari is the creator
Kalonji a di greatest, uh huh!!!
My desire is to get higher I'm inspired by the most
and brothers against brothers.
there is no life
His eyes follow you
his troops repress
nobody can save you ...
Slaves of the new world,
controlled by terror,
the love for which we pray
What's going on
When our children can't play
Homeless can't eat
There's got to be a better way
What's going on
When we politically
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
Youths
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh Lord Lord Lord (Mmhh Yeah)
Ooh Love Love
Don't you see that harmony
It surround me as the children pass me by
the children that nobody sees
By the morning we'll be gone
Only pain we'll leave behind
The echo of this lullaby
Within the walls of candyland
"Twinkle
going on
Ahh what's going on
Ja Rule:
What's going on in a world filled with pain
Where's the love for which we pray
What's going on
When our children
for him
Pour out a little liquor for his mother, for his sisters
For my mother, for my sister, uh
Another brother out the picture
Another curse we
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