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Keep your children by your side
And hold on, hold on
Hold on to what you've got
Sisters and mothers, fathers and brothers
Hold on to what
of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room
I spent racks on these tennis shoes
Niggas know what I'm finna do
Time for me
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
lying in the dark
There shines an everlasting light
For the King has left his throne
And is sleeping in a manger tonight, tonight
Oh Bethlehem, what
of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh
It's been a miracle for what you've done
Please stay right
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
happening right here people dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you
Either don't believe it's true,
Or else you don't know what to do
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
this city down to show you the light
We're the therapists pumping through your speakers
Delivering just what you need
We're well-read and poised
there for the tears
She will sell you.
Out in the city she search for the face
That she knew.
Did you believe that a love so alive could be
I don't believe in superstars
Organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
The certainty of growing old
That right is right
to lose but a burger flipping job
Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine it's a mansion
Gold ballroom, AK-47 dancing
Howling at the moon, what's
Nicodemus came at night so he wouldn't be seen by men
Saying, "Master, tell me why a man must be born again."
When He spoke to them in the city, did they
breathing
Come say what you see in me
'cause boy, I believe in you
Come say what you're seeing
All gone just ghost dancing, going all the way through
Hollywood hills and the big city lights
Outside her window they burn bright
Someday the world will praise her fame
They'll know her face they'll shout her
This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
Stylin', wilin',
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
One-two-three-four
Don't believe what you've been told
You can't change a turd into gold
Somehow we get all these creeps in control
It makes me throw up in
and missing his children
(He didn't care one way if he lived or died)
Oh what a crying shame nobody else to blame
For one night of pleasure he had given her
Right within your heart
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas
Children laughing, people
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
them of Moses and Father Abraham,
Then I said "dear children watch the lamb".
When we reached the city,
I knew something must be wrong,
There were
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