Lyrics:
different in every way
The child you' and the 'grown you
Are walking side by side
Nurture the child and free the grown
Trust is what you need together
God,
went and broke your teacher's rule
Well, I walked by your classroom
I had to take a look
I stopped a while and watched what you
Had written in your book
Chorus:
Free child, time is on our side
Free child, where's the freedom we will ride
As time child, runs to make a stand
Time child, cos destiny is
Little child, little child,
Little child, won't you dance with me?
I'm so sad and lonely,
Baby take a chance with me.
Little child, little
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
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
would sit by the fire
And talk about our life to live
We both said we felt this way
But all it ever was
Was just child's play
Just child's play
Growing up
(Hillsplay)
I’ve Got My Passport Stamped Now I’ve Been Saved
It’s Not By Anything I Did Right It’s Just By His Grace
(On God, On Grace)
It’s Not A Thing That
It was this Child announced by angels
The prophets dream in days gone by
Blessed Messiah sent to free us
As the final sacrifice
It was this Child
to pass me by and leave me all alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see that I'm blind
They always take some other child and I'm left behind
la;Sing toora loora loora la, give the child a
jar of porter When I am dead and in my grave, I hope
for me a prayer you'll sayAnd as you're passing
by
Vasudev headed towards Gokul.
Vasudev was followed by Aadhisesha,
the snake that Vishnu reclined-on in Vaikund.
He spread his spoot over the child
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles
am a child of God
I'm no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I'm no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I am surrounded
By
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
Yet
undiscovered by
Light, love, and happiness
No selflessness
Understand it's not for me to say
What's done is overlaid
By many shifting things
Or so it seems
It's
This is the case of the love child,
She was scared by a man,
She stabbed him for teen hours,
He bled to death in his van,
He did not know her,
Her
making a nigga look thirsty
But how bout we hang all the child's play
But then I'll be fucking on Monday
And that's what I told you last Thursday
You
have been set free
Amazing grace is the song I sing
Hello, my name is child of the one true king
I am no longer defined
By all the wreckage behind
Dream away, child; let your dreams run wild
Or a lifetime of worries might claim you.
Dream away, child; let your dreams run wild
Or the years
breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of God, this child, the son I once carried?
In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by
(Written by Junior Wells)
You stay out all night 'til the break of day
Snap me up with everything I say
Little by little, oh, I'm losin' you I can
by
The child still remains
With the dream still close by
And each year on this night that child reawakens
And each year on this night that hope re
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