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pressure didn't polish
When I think of all the children 
Who'll have it worse than I did
Idk idk
I try hard to not dismay but
Idk idk
I'll never stop

children
Wasn't our fault, but it's time to recognize that we're become adults in this cosmos
And our parents are crying out for our help
So the last one is

the people
What they have been waiting for
Let me try to speak my mind
By the end won't say no more
Let me try to spread this rhyme
By the end you'll see I'm

You Be Crazing
Oh, Asorock His Crying, He Crying Now for Freedom Hear,
My Brothers And Sisters, They Now Sell Their Children For
Money. My Brothers

clips, corrected by pigs
'Cause when speaking of clips, my short end of the stick is the grip of a nine
I bleed on the mic for your children and they drink

he said to the children: "find your father if you can"
"But sir our fathers been kidnapped inside a van"
"I know you're young but stay brave, I'm only

and see,
I see the world,
It is no longer humanity, 
The children are crying, 
Because they are hungry,
I wonder if they pray
Why do we pray?
We pray for

short, when I should've been trying
And you did the same, so when I do it you start crying
Not lying 
You sacrificed it all for ya children
What them men

put them in cages
You treat them like the others
You have the audacity to take crying children from their mothers
Thank God I'm Cuban
Thank God our

a limitless rain

So much of this sea has been filled with the sorrows
Endured by the suffering Jews
But only the tears of the poor ones are bloody,
The rich

Outro

Diddy

The Notorious B.I.G. Tribute

2009

able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane

ain't God's children
The spirit of the age known to make some villains
There's a lot of crying in the streets and God hear 'em
Young mother custody

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear children crying

I couldn't seem to get the day through
It ain't over, baby blue
I won't say that it's not true

that’d be writing form a distance
Eyeing from a distance, buying from a distance
Tweet tweet tweet and you’re crying from a distance
Children cursing, old

Real World

Anders Osborne

Break the Chain

1996

CRYING
AND OUR CHILDREN ARE DYING
AND THEY SPILL THEIR GUTS
ALL OVER US
WHILE WE KEEP THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND

DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE GOOD ‘OL DAYS

We feel so naked
Hatred's all over this land
We are sedated 
By leaders in castles of sand
No more believers
Our power can't get weaker
Can't stop

King Jesus, every word that you say 
I’ll tell em bout my pain, but also that I’m healed by your grace 

Ima bring it gritty, but keep it real clean
Ima

rooted by children like a dandelion
Snatch a second life from the womb
Yeah I'll try to siphon the youth from the newborns
Back when mother ironed

to death and they're on your left
Men daring to catch you, slave runners, coming 
You heard of a lot of your tribesmen got caught By these men 
cnd never

The story is some children flee from home
When they reach their coming of age
Because of whom they love
Some are beaten or shunned
By crazy

Crying for help bleeding
"Mr Trent please fucking stop
Someone call the fucking cops"
Sorry you stupid fucking bitch
I have to dump you in the ditch
This

the other car
Mother holding crying babies by
The other other car
I mean I hate the fact that
This is norm to me
Matter of fact this shit is dumb to me
It’s

The hustle so
We just moving piece
By piece
Chasing a check
Checkmates and it's
Chess both making
They mess that
Milk get old crying it
Spoiled build destroy

Your seed, Your son, don’t need to grow up
By the gun, see,
I love you like my brother 
Since the age of 8 I knew ya
And I would hate to see the streets