Lyrics:
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
Ja, dank für's Zuhören, support real artists, wie flex barker
Ja, danke für's Zuhören, support real artists, respekt respect.
in the cold, God knows where to go
Motherless children sees a hard time when their mother is dead
Orphan children sees a hard time in this world
The London Children's Choir:
M
The Chipmunks:
M
The London Children's Choir:
We say M-O
The Chipmunks:
M-O
The London Children's Choir:
M-O-P
"We don't know and we don't care," they say
And as we watch the family die
An orphan choir rehearses
Their daddies left without a goodbye
Will
he?"
"I don't know"
"Where is he?"
"I don't fuckin' know"
"Do you want to go to jail?"
"Do you want to go to jail?"
Wu-tang support groups deny
This is a PSA announcement
DJ Premier is on the ones and motherfuckin' twos
Yo, listen up all my children
Yo, Gang Starr's in the building
Yo,
in the cold
Cause they've got no place to go
Motherless children sees a hard time
When their mother's dead
Orphan children sees a hard time in
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
Adidas but world
What I'm telling you is that was just a
Small sketch for what I will bring you
There are people who support
Artist and philanthropist
picture the floor rising up to support you
And sink into the back of the bed that's behind you
Too much of your energy is in front and above you"
road, a constant struggle
And a true labor of love
To not only convince my peers and the
Public that I could be an artist
But to actually get that art
watching, Buddha's waiting
Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
Children don't forget this torture
Just because you
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
As I was slowly passing
An orphan's home one day,
I stopped for just a little while
To watch the children play.
Alone a boy was standing
As I was slowly passing
An orphan's home one day,
I stopped for just a little while
To watch the children play.
Alone a boy was standing
a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid, this is
in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
Support
Black artists, authors and activists
May I suggest
James Baldwin
Toni Morrison
Nella Larson
Octavia Butler
Angela Davis
Bayard Rustin
Frantz
I am a pop artist so my medium is
Public opinion and the world is my canvas
'I’m sorry' is something that you can
Use a lot it gives
You
watching, Buddha's waiting
Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
Children don't forget this torture
Just because you
Children of the beast embrace
To scorn and hate the human race
Consume the light that hugs the earth
And aid the womb in giving birth
To a group
to make something outta nothing
Every nobody out there tryna be somebody
Y'all gotta hear me out, K
Can I get some of that 0 dollar support?
I'm an artist
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