Lyrics:
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
Christmas to me is wherever she might be
Singing carols with the choir, hanging stocking by the fire
Making Christmas bows, hanging mistletoe
had a sugar rump,
Sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to stir it in
Pretty gal to hand it around
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
way, living day by day
Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs
Five-O with them K-9's
Manhunt when it's game time
They was robbing the ice
(performed by jackson browne and bonnie raitt on the pete seeger tribute album where have all the flowers gone;1998)
Jackson:
When I was a young man
choke" if your ho cum
That was told to me by Curt Bone
And that's fact, shout out Wayne and Corn too
I ain't slang in the 80's but I feel the pain y'all
standin' in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the son of man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton,
Well I was raised on corn bread and gravy
I slept in a cardboard box till I was nearly three
I bathed myself in muddy river runnin' by our shack
By
Children of the corn
I’m just a husk
Sonic to the coins
The drive is a must
My kids need a trust fund
So it’s funds over trust
If I make it rain then it’s
it is In their interest
Trafficking and molesting the children buried under corn they never even got a chance to learn
Child fuckers child enslavers I
pouring
I'll tell you how this better end
well see a world wit chu in it
With folklore tales bout our hoes
Like storied children in corn
At least i
the window like a chocolate bat
With a tasty surprise for all you spoiled brats
One by one they fall under his spell
To an immortal life inside a GMO hell
Left your home in southern California with your lover and a sack of corn your children huddled in that Hudson car six of them are in the back
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
And the spaces won't be spaces anymore
Two more farms were broken by the drought
First the Wagners now the Fullers pulling out
Developers paid better than
By tears from heaven
And darling I can't help
Thinking those tears are yours
Our wild love came from above
And wilder still
Is the wind
Outline thickly drawn
Got a letter this morn
Her cousin is dead
Killed by a decorated
Child of the corn
Light darkens the dorm
And fills the bed
They fight
Jah Rastafari
Well me look an' me tell dem seh rude boy
And me look an' me tell dem
I and I seh a kingdom that is divided by itself must fail
All
November morning, all is fresh and new
And the sky is a break your heart blue
Black coffee at the small café
Bus stop, bundled children wait
Traffic
my entire life and many adults around me always creeped me the fuck out
If you are a pastor and have a fondness for children and dress like a clown
But'chu can't hide when he's
Drop that bomb what lake am I Shalom in the
Form from Children of the Corn
He bleeds from thorns
And hides from fakes and cakes
there's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom
As the hills turn from green back to gold
And why
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