Lyrics:
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool
And they've got music for you there
To add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
A bob didit a bop didit
Add some music
wants to make a name for herself out there
But the world is so cold
When you’re on your own
Please watch after her
This is my prayer
She just wants
I know you're listening as I lay me down to sleep
It's not for me I ask, but my children's souls to keep
It seems the world is going crazy
And though
Bob?
You know what, they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat and rob you
God take me on a journey
Lead me by prayer
Baby gonna kneel down
Show me if i'm red
Wrong
And I'll take it from
There
I don't wanna
Kneel down
On my
Bob?
You know what, they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat and rob you
us again
That children are a treasure from the Lord
Songs sweetly sung by the cradle
Prayers whispered just before bed
And we taught them "Jesus
prayer
I know, I can't do this by myself
I thank you for your help
I know you're listening
So I know, I'm not alone
I feel you here with me
As we all
a prayer
[jD][Verse1]
Welcome to the bridge
To my borough my building
To the place catch a case court date for drug dealings
Turn the page
Journey through
everyone looking for food?
When we must act
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We saw the sunset
And after the morning call to prayer, we kissed the rope of execution in
by one, we watch our children die
We see it on the news, minorities being abused
Police brutality, an abuse of authority
Killing, black men and women,
A man and wife had prayed for years for children
Were losing faith and close to giving up
Then a young girl with no way to keep her baby
Laid in
Flash back, I'm seein' stars I used to get it by the sheet
Big house for a week, hella bitches in my pool
I'm almost outta smoke, flyin' another mule
side
Stretch your arms and help the brokenhearted
Say a prayer that change will come
We will fight
For the children who are hurting
Let's stand as one
control of my thoughts and emotions
I am grateful for my unique qualities and talents
I release negative self-talk and embrace positivity
I am surrounded by
As I stand in candlelight
With my hands upon my eyes
There's a passion in my prayers
That rends the skies
For a mother's tears can shatter
Every gate
As I stand in candlelight
With my hands upon my eyes
There's a passion in my prayers
That rends the skies
For a mother's tears can shatter
Every gate
smithy of damnation
Sometimes heated by his love
For his power and his gold.
Inside there was his humble little clerk,
His peddling name was Bob Cratchit,
origin
And rise up to meet the challenge: to grow and to live united, together
And bound by a common goal: to secure livelihood for all women, children
a little graze
I remain relevant I'm a raw element
High street intelligent product of my tenement
Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley
La la la be
the Christmas Rock
It's a happy time
And if the children are good
They'll get toys to play with
Like rocks.
It's Christmas in Ignace
Bob's got a rock
But he's
and the prayers were going on and on and on and on and on and on
And she said Pastor by the time you were done praying sheborandicasar and she said we waited for my
Thoughts and prayers
Into the skies
Wait awhile and watch
As your children drop like flies
As your children drop like flies
By silent compliance
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