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he just cannot get by his children got know shoes on their feet
There's a millionaire who doesn't really care except his little parties and secret

as father figure
And 'cause them actions, now we turnin' to the streets to get some healin
So who u label the villain, when this all we knew since children

home, tell them what's living
Tell them what's home, tell them what's living
Nothing here, just a void for the children, uh
Just a hole, lost souls

Correct It Or You Wreck It
Music & Lyrics by Christopher V. Hooks

EACH NIGHT I HEAR SIRENS GOING BY
ANOTHER HUMAN LIFE IS TAKEN IN THE NIGHT
WE

Theirs hope night skippen tares, the huge they love and have no play station. their parents has no vehicle as your dad pays with amount filler home side by

Goodbye Pork Pie Hat

Karrin Allyson

Sweet Home Cookin'

1994

Children are up dancing in the streets
In the sticky middle of the night
Summer serenade
Of taxi horns and fun arcades
Where right or wrong
Under neon

she gives us, day and night
She's their Mama, and she's my wife
Not Wall Street, not Main Street, not catching a flight
Just story time and prayers by

[chorus]
To the kids in the p.j.'s
ghetto children i know it ain't easy
ya'll wanting millions
sunshine turns to rain
its ghetto pain
when a one time

blight
Man you gone reach heights
Man you playing games
You got the chips dem stacking high
Chicks is passin by
Trips you getting high
Tricks you feel you

to the breeze
Got no vision for children or marriage
I got no vision at all, imprisoned in walls
That I laid down brick by brick
Used to whip my stick shift,

It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)

Common

Be

2005

Night blows, stoves don't work, hoes at work
A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt
Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed
Tripping

to be united
If we keep walking the streets
Many people will die from this plague
The world is frozen by a riddle the world is on fire people are dying

living out this G-shit
And you know im on some 3 shit
Yea them niggas got they wave
But im still on some me shit
Yea im still on that bitch by any means we

Cos I come out the womb wearing stoney
With a zoot and a cup, I'm looking all cozy
Without no fans, I was on my lonelys
Surrounded by cunts like I'm

Sitting on the ground on grafton street on a cold dark night
Dont know where my next meals gonna come from, its nowhere in sight
Finding shelter in

and I know my friend
All too well my friend

Can you hear my love?
The drums echo through the streets and cut through the night
And can you hear them say

to the freaks, crack buildings
Packed with black children, entrepreneurs producing stacks by the millions
The young kids they want rings and things
The buildings

shield, and justice as our guide,
We'll march through the darkness, side by side,
In every street, in every town,
We'll tear tyranny's walls down.

This is

Mansion On The Hill

Emmylou Harris

The Bruce Springsteen Songbook

1996

That mansion on the hill 

At night my daddy take me and we'd ride 
Through the streets of a town so silent and still 
Park on a back road along

It All Comes Down to Love

Wynonna Judd

What the World Needs Now Is Love

2003

oh, oh, oh, oh

Suits on Wall Street make another million
Dealer on the backstreet talkin' to your children
You cry for help and nobody listens
You lie

Mansion On The Hill

Emmylou Harris

At the Ryman

1992

That mansion on the hill 

At night my daddy take me and we'd ride 
Through the streets of a town so silent and still 
Park on a back road along

the same
Everyone’ is filled with pain
Tell me how to make it all go away
In the middle of the night
Children crying why do i
Have to be afraid to live
Stuck

Hiding in the night under the suns decreasing light
Children scamper, disappearing into secret passages
From the lenght of a mile runs a spiders web

around the corner? It's a drill (it's a drill)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up