Lyrics:
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff'rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that
pure
They turned the key and opened the door
To a nation, nation, nation
Child of God says love your brother
Take him by the hand
Child of God says
the banter of a sycophant
Enlisted by Ulysses Grant to record at the Record Plant
Islamabad is on the nod, Havana at the riot squad
And if you want to be
sacrifice,
And I, I will be your heart of steel but power has a price.
Ain't it time that you believe in someone,
Ain't it wrong to let the years go by
corner's a red bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
He's passed by some mudslinging parrot
Who's jealously ain't got no end
There ain't no time
niggas in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggas better slow down
'Cause
n****s in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, n****s better slow down
'Cause
Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff'rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that
Friday's child, born a little ugly
Friday's child, good looks passed her by...oh
Friday's child, makes something look like nothing
Friday's child, am I...ya
of God
I'm no longer a slave to fear
Yes, I am a child of God
I'm no longer a slave to fear
Yes, I am a child of God
I am surrounded
By the arms
Jesus came down and dead for our sins
With him by my side I can always win
I got something from my father that he want me to do
If I can change for my
a flower child)
She's a flower child, can't you tell
She lives by the bay (by the bay)
Up on Blue Jay Way (Blue Jay Way)
She loves to be free
Invites George
He was her man, she was his wife
And one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
Yet still he
child by the hand
Put a smile on the child's face
So scared of those brother
Always feeling so alone
Now won't you please take the time to right the wrong
Oh child things are gonna get easier
Keep your head up
Oh child things will get brighter
Oh keep your head up
Oh child things are gonna get easier
sprung by design
Mother, Father love divine,
All connected by this child
Heaven and Earth
The tie that binds
Life eternal sprung by design
Mother, Father
Who will save the war child baby
Who controls the keys
The web we weave is thick and sordid
Fine by me
At times of war
We're all the losers
To the son of Satan, Child of Hell
Spread the news across the universe
Satan's child is born tonight by womb untouched and pure
All Hell rejoice the birth
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
O-O-H Child
Written By Stan Vincent
Ooh child
Things are gonna get easier
Ooh child
Things'll get brighter
Ooh child
Things are gonna get
with friends and being coached by fantastic teachers
Wasn't enough for me
I missed something and this something was... you, father
The truth is that,
glory
Can't knock me down
Can't shake me now
It's up from now
All by myself
Why you need a man child,
Don't need no man child
I wear my dad's shoes
Does
father's child
I am fragments of you held together by glue
That I found in the diaries of the sleeping
Trying to discover a way to recover
And a path
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