Lyrics:
gave me the last laugh
Watching you tear out your hair is gonna be the best part
Oh, I've been shaken down by a spiteful child
I've slapped
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
You won't only know by living, only dying will tell
And when I die (and when I die)
When I'm dead (dead and gone)
There'll be one child born
From day one we expected to fall
Been knew I was the one since I was 3ft tall
Can't focus on the hate but that's all that we saw
We ain't worried
cold feetAnd I was the woman you gave something to eat.I was the child on the homeless street.Three times I knocked, and three times I came in.And each
I am an only child born of the wild
Riddled to spend my time defending the land
You are the only one born in the sun
Riddled to spend your time
mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're, you're mine and your mother, she just never knew
Oh, your mother,
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
until they know how to read
Or else all they'll know how to do is cuss, fight and breed
No child is bad from the beginning, they only imitate their
until they know how to read
Or else all they'll know how to do is cuss, fight and breed
No child is bad from the beginning, they only imitate their
Gang, Preem, Zone
You know the vibes
Something different
Rest In Peace my niggas
Young God, K3, Whispers, Domo
I was sitting up in heaven looking
the damages
I seen to much
But not enough
But way to much
To much that three minutes wouldn't cut
I need a Ted Talk
And strut walk
To show my life
Tell my story
I was by the book
Never hooked on drugs
My mother wasn't really into
Giving hugs
Getting all As
Never broke the rules
Top of my class
In Sunday
to realize it
When I saw home so blue, be torn in two
All by the hands of her own child
Humanity the festering cancer that
Dug her own grave
We have no home
I hate to owe things
Fell bacc, played it smart
And raised my own three
Go hard for my family
And home team
Come straight from the heart
And tell my
that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we
of this time
Do you think there's still need
But the Child only smiled
And said not a word
And the snow it came down
As if it hadn't heard
back, I'm at peace at night
No more cops, no more Rodney King's
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means
AIDS don't exist, plus my
haven't given up on you
[CHORUS]
Oooh child, things are gona get easier
Oooh child things will get brighter, (things are getting brighter)
Oooh child
pretty young for my age
I have my mothers eyes and my father's contempt for Roger McGuinn
I left school with 12 GCSEs, 3 A Levels and only one good song
you get hard when you drive by a fucking playground
You're a pedofile
You probably got a hard drive full of PDF files of some fucking childs, wow
Hide
Beautiful child
Beautiful child
You are a beautiful child
And I am a fool once more
You fell in love when I was only ten
The years disappeared
Much
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
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
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