Lyrics:
see how i made it out the ghetto
Where shii been crazy
Mama hungry children crying in the ghetto
Niggaz scamming steady selling in the ghetto
I been
lowing
The Baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying, no crying He makes
Verse 2:
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle,
by shoulder we’re crying, telling the tale,
Dreamer and Madman to the end
and makes you Choke
Anger Is flowing hate Is Flowing too
People are crying children are Crying too
Infected our minds a lot of Tears to dry and now you Know
enslaved, raped, robbed, and persecuted. To the men, women, and children who died, in their struggle to live, never to be forgotten, Reuven ben Menachum yo
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Coached by James Gwynn
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I kneel and wait in silence
As one by one the people slip away
Into the night
The quiet and empty bodies
Kiss the ground before they pray
you what's going on
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross the seas?
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers, indeed
Got mommas crying out,
children
They could die - holding skittles
It seems like yesterday
We said we’d make a change
The whole world said we’ll never be the same
Crying say his
what's going on on-uh
Nelly
What's going on 'cross seas
every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got mommas crying out please
My
Cause too many people dying
Too many mothers crying
Fuck the justice system all them bitches steady lying
Don't know how much that they hiding
Fuck
with him
She wrestles with their children day after day And tries to make ends meet on military pay They say he could be home by fall
She lives
I've been healing
I know one day God You will heal me
Crying out asking God if You can hear me
Yeah I know
Yeah I know
Yeah I know
That You'll
I'm 17 and I'm still Standing
People sitting down while other people tall standing
And I am here rapping
Rapping for the people who by a thread are
nowhere
Meeting girls in velvet suits who sit on folding-chairs
Boxcars rolling down on one-way tracks
Children crying in poverty-shacks
An old slut is
issues and trouble plaguing my people
When I look at The World
Fear for the Children my tear blurring my vision
When I look at The World
Lord, I know
Under the blistering heat of the African sun
Men, women and children of starved of even a can of water
The pain of the potato
Lamenting the days gone by
And stay by my cradle
'Til morning is night
Be near me Lord Jesus
I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me I pray
Bless all
The dear children
In
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The Baby awakes
A little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The Baby awakes
A little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
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