Lyrics:
East side BR, born and raised
Got callus for days
Mental and physical
Shit that makes a brave one
Dead boys creeping in the background, my choir
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dreams, don't sell your children's souls, don't poison the world,
You can't sail the river Styx on a briefcase of money attached to your dick,
At the office
many more
I got plenty more, let the Remy pour
Hundred inch screen just to watch a porn (Yeah)
I'm a ghetto nigga, children from the corn
My children
Always leaving his spoon in his coffee
Tucks his napkin up under his chin
And that old corn cob pipe
Well, It's so mellow it's right
But still you're not
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
(Dolly Parton)
Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born
Skin as fair as Lily's hair, as golden as the corn
They knew that she was special
Against the bird's eye view
Writing to the fruit spirits
By candle and moon light
Listening to the ocean sounds
While the distant children fight
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
Born into competition
With a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn addiction
With a synthetic composition
On the brink of a civil war
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
on the piano)
This next song
I was raised very well, like a field of corn
You know, I was also raised very Christian, like the Children of the Corn
dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
back in nigger that’s America you building “
And so will your children’s children’s children
Peep what I’m saying it’s deeper than whale pussy
Jazz,
and ghouls and goblins feel some glee
Hearing children say ""Trick R Treat""
Orange and black in all the stores
Candy corn and telling stories
Reminds us that
clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you
check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason
gotta mourn
I resurrected myself thru tha song
Best listen to tha don dead seen more dirt then a farm
Kids meaner than them children of the corn
Bear
We dun weathered the storm
Still coming out strong
Ready to kill like the children of corn
So you've been warned, love don't live here anymore
Child
Demented, dependent
Your sins are, repented
A savior, ascended
Desires, up-ended
Don't want my friends
Demolished by
Your corn-syrup world
Death to them all
I was raised on corn bread and gravy
And I slept in a cardboard box till I was nearly three
I bathed myself in muddy river runnin' by our shack
By
by example
Show the yute dem what I'm on
Mic on, let bygones be bygones
I told you im blessed my guy
I replaced that X with an I
That's why they
you shall teach them to your children, talking of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you
sister, we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill
Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
sister, we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill
Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
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