Lyrics:
And the children insulted
The lines
This a grown man talking, I don't do this very often
Drag my heart into our differences you could meet a coffin
Family be
timid
Cause they know my team with the shits we really killin'
I be servin' to the fiends
Yeah I'm servin' to the children
Niggas gettin' bands
I'm just
Charging in with an utterly blind lack of fear
Not in my right mind, against the odds, but it's clear, I don't care
I'm gonna win my time cause my
free our children, may good karma keep them with God
So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred
As I set free all you abusers,
changed they life
On behalf of the daddies husbands and family men
Who got dependents that's counting on us
We gotta win
On behalf of them single mothers
clicks open her purse and
Passes me two band-aids
I take them with a grateful smile
Of all the things dwarfed
From our high seats
The long black stage is
And she's gettin' high and she's gettin' addicted (Lord)
And her older boy just stuck with the picture, painted vivid
That's a family portrait, and her
And she's gettin' high and she's gettin' addicted (Lord)
And her older boy just stuck with the picture, painted vivid
That's a family portrait, and her
part,
We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
*
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
away.)
Just a solider with a syndrome and dreams of children's screams
You molded. You shaped like a god who loathes to create
(You can't take when you
The bastard's fed him
And now he's become dependent
Watch out behind you, the nail gun is awake
The re is infected, the rye is infected
Absolutely preposterous,
in jail, I fell in love with pills
Remrum in my Kool-Aid, made me numb to shit ain't wanna feel
I felt like a little boy the day I seen my dad at court
generation
CHORUS
Jah -------------- Rastafarai (Bless the children)
Jah -------------- (Bless us all) x2
Break
VERSE
HIV AIDS has threatened children in
to a steak barbecue behind his
$25, 000 home in a tree-lined subdivision
About to begin a weekend with his
Well-fed, well-clothed family
Is going to trade what
you so
Tell me Why do you go?
South Africa’s bleeding – Children to Aircrafts and Aids (instr)
South Africa’s calling your name: Be part
man
The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
Skipping school with my homies
(holla)
Representin Hoodstock (Hussein)
The Stock Family nigga (yeah)
Haha, and its a motherfuckin takeover (geah, Ferrari Black)
We invested in
a crazy place plagued by evil men
Who don't care about your family
Your women
Your Children
Instead they see a dollar sign lining the block
It's like a car
I want the cure for AIDS and Cancer"
But I gotta watch my back
Snipers on the hill, with the steel
Man power, waitin' to JF kill
If I was
ain't with the president's crew
What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Tryna lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
nobody cares
About what the children see or their welfare
The AID's epidemic still killing folk
It's no cure for that shit, especially if you broke
It's
nobody cares
About what the children see or their welfare
The AID's epidemic still killing folk
It's no cure for that shit, especially if you broke
It's
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