Lyrics:
teach you how
P is a prophet, a pastor, a preacher
With undisputable logic for blasting through your speaker now
I'm tyng to learn your monk ass, I'm
and if not we'll still blam ya
Teach the children wrist and razor daddy's liquor with some Fanta
Hos are taught by Santa whom is Satan like Saint
and children
Put my pops in the ground
And hit the Repass and ate the same shit that killed him
Your habits didn't deviate
Just thought you would appreciate
Watch me everyone
Take a look at me
A see how easily it's done
I'm flying!
CHILDREN:
Oh, teach us Peter, please, teach us!
PETER PAN:
First I must blow
told me to brace for mayhem
He went by dark King Heylel
Still Jah's son like Statham
Never holy, take that H
Insert E input double L
My first lesson
who lobbies
For laws that would teach sex to kids who still poo in potties
They're still brewin' a lot o' naughty mildew and rotting
To kill and suck
your children to run
We're going to teach them how to fire guns"
A fine planet that ripens with hate
I am through with hurting everything that I create
holding back I'd rather not put your life story on gram
I can but that's not how you reach em
People keep testing me I'm tryna teach em
Don't you mistake my
I tried to find the best words
To express what I feel
It’s a mess
But it’s chill
Still pressed to His will
Surviving this test
His essence is real
nigga weird
He done died so many times and still here
Why am I here? Dear Life
What is my reason? What am I here for
That's the question?
My children
legal
Light a solo blunt into the air, es necesito
Negrito let the streets know, Moldune got deep flow
Ay chico, you my children, usted mi hijos
Where's
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
my air conditioning
So attention wind for lift,I hope you all can feel the whiff
So children get your microphones and treat them like
A Christmas gift
Children, 6 feet underground
This isn't who we are, but this is where
we're from somehow
Our history has pages missing
Now it's been exposed
So bring your
And poisoned words upon their tongues
All the Devil's Men
Hear the children scream
For they shall teach them Christian values
Put monsters in their dreams
you're told to be upset
That's what they teach you in the schools of the white establishment
Smilin' in your face while they teach you to hate
Yet those
piece in your home
3. Have a few children teach your son to be a real man
4. and how to stand on his own with out no helping hand
5. and teach your
a chance
Cause every song they played
Was the cha, cha, cha.
I told her not to worry,
There's still one thing we can do,
Let me take you by your
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
a crash dummy
He said by any means he got to get the money
It's for his children i salute him and give him his stripes
But they need him way more than money
singing by the fireside
Out of this city with the wind on our necks, check
That's us whistling upon your neck
Moonlit diamonds sparkle into my mouth
Feels
Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em
I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my
Not abiding by your vax ID
And that's that
We're taking our country back
We the people won't crack
And we ain't cuttin no slack
See the fake in how you
the way your world can alter
And oh how you try to command it all still
Every single time it all shifts one way or the other
And I'm a goddamn coward,
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