Lyrics:
Tennessee a teacher raised the window closest the river
And the children in her classroom swore they'd heard a choir singing down the street
In Washington
Out in the streets, he left four children
Double the pain that I been feelin'
Never understood what that shit really meant
Momma smokin' dope, right
position in the beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it tight
Any
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets now orphans of war
Bodies
Last night I lay a-sleeping
There came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there.
I heard the children singing,
cnd ever
We are the people you meet,
we're standing right on the street,
These are the shoes on our feet,
and every night we must eat but poverty keeps us
be one of God's good children"
She just laughs and says "Yeah, God's got him doing the dishes all night in the back"
But he keeps smiling and those
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
So we pull up and creep
We dark like the night
We get on yo street
We cut off the lights
We don’t make a peep
Mistake us for mice
We came with
a ride till the night leaves,
More cars on the block than it might need,
Drop top rolling hot into light speed,
Theres plenty on the street,
If you’re
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
children keep losing their lives.
They fighting out here all the time
Doing the wrong things
The same thing every night
They're trying to take your life
It's a dog eat dog world, and that ain't no lie
Listen, it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
Let me
It's a dog eat dog world, and that ain't no lie
Listen, it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
Let me
Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets now orphans of war
Bodies
a lesson
'Cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell
See a nigga walkin' the streets
And they label us foolish children
'Cause I always
and the wheel keeps on turnin' revolution!
And the wheel keeps on rollin' firmly toward tomorrow
And the mountain speaks clearly to the people in the streets
them go, I hear the angels sing 'Gloria'
Love is the gift he brings
I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets in the faces passing by
I've
think I’m goin’ too
There’s people sleeping on the streets
It could make a blind man cry
And all of this and so much more
when a horse came riding by
Our world faces a new reality
The futures of our children
Their sons and daughters' purity
Is corrupted by the aura
Of violence brooding in our
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
Soldiers of evil attack the world
cold wind blows outside
Women and children die by the sword
Death does not lie
Men beg salvation from the skyes
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