Lyrics:
won't let go
To be the best man, the best man that I can
Step by step I dream the plan
From my chair to walking man
This constant dream is on my
"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased
Ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe
If you don't know by now
Ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster
with the world
But the world just wants to bring us down
By putting ideas in our heads
That corrupt our hearts somehow
When I was a child
Every single
Gypsy woman told my mother 'fore I was born,
You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty women's jump and shout,
And then
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
Aung San Su Kyi will be gone and
she'll be on a T-shirt
The marketing's good
Monks are dying
Soldier children crying
We're playing bubbles
With four
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
won't let go
To be the best man, the best man that I can
Step by step I dream the plan
From my chair to walking man
This constant dream is on my
You will be the lucky one
Who will see the deadly one
You will die on your knees
By the hand of Mr. Freeze
Will you see when the rest are blind
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When
gentle and sometimes wild
Sometimes you just take my breath away
And it's too good to slip by
Too good to lose
Too good to be there just to use
I'm
the pets my life's been good
Say the chorus then we're done
I was a swift child swift child
He was a swift child swift child
My whole childhood was buck wild
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo ooo ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Shepards in the fields
Came to see the Baby
Led by an angel
To behold the Good News
Do not be
embrace
She's found, and now forever spoken for
A child of the King, a daughter of the good Lord
I once was lost (I was runnin', runnin')
But now I'm
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Just for the child stopped by
Dear child...
I wish you a merry Christmas
All your dreams should be fulfilled
Let me give you this present
To see what's
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
doing
When I was wrong you had to pay
I hope by now you can forgive me
And take the good I had to give
I was too young to be your teacher
We
walk past the glow
Of the flicker-picture shows
Where the raincoat men wait
For a child to come by
And the women in doorways
Who have nothing
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff'rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
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