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This is a story about 
A boy named bilal
Born as a slave under 
White arab supremacy in mecca
You see
In the early years of islam
He was a companion

This is a story about 
A boy named bilal
Born as a slave under 
White arab supremacy in mecca
You see
In the early years of islam
He was a companion

This is a story about 
A boy named bilal
Born as a slave under 
White arab supremacy in mecca
You see
In the early years of islam
He was a companion

This is a story about 
A boy named bilal
Born as a slave under 
White arab supremacy in mecca
You see
In the early years of islam
He was a companion

Pray for Me

Joe Budden

Padded Room

2009

in the car deep,
Was at a light, and got approached by a car thief,
He pulled out, but didn't ask for no car keys,
A loud noise without a voice

pounded by hailstorms
Only lord they can bow to is hell born
Only kings wear the crown that they bled for
Only horns on my head and I'm dead sure
When it

the influence I would have
I even knew how I would die
But then I forgot
I've spent my entire life trying to remember this
Relearning who I am
Told by my society,

a master plan
So take my hand
You're the son of kings
You're the child of Yosef's dreams
And you were born to royalty and honor
You're the daughter of queens

a standing ovation
I never did it for the compensation
Hope that this moment is never debated
It's my last performance it will be my greatest
The police have

and frustration was means but never to and end until you picked me up and took that weight right up off my chest
A child a god
Nothing more, nothing less
Born

screams can't reach the signal, maybe there's none
I'm too old for this but I'm too young to take a step
Let's talk, let's change, hear my voice when I call

I Can Relate

Black Child

Whiteboys

1999

Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this

[Black Child]
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in

pass
It's not receding and my body's going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by

My child, look, I know the state of the world is alarming you
I know you feel when I left you I didn't follow through
Back when I said I had to leave

prisoner 

Without an echo my voice is lost in time
How they'll remember me 
My legacy 
My history 
All concealed in plain sight

Naked I stand 
Before

born a child of love

The prostitutes are desperate for the business
And their customers are desperate for relief
The condoms and syringes line

feel it, don't you hear it in my voice, sincerity that's so sincere, that it's
Moist, this is for the ladies not having babies, who baby daddies drive

At last one night it chanced
That Annie could not sleep, but earnestly
Pray'd for a sign my Enoch is he gone?'
Then compass'd round by the blind wall

Years passed, and the child of the forest transformed
Driven by the memories of that fateful night
This is her tale
A saga of loss, of courage

of abandonment ain't nothing new
I won't deny how I feel; I promise that it's true
Praying for you to never ever block your blessings

I want you right by my side

by goals
I remember strugglin', wanted money to show sufferin'
Watchin' my supporter, humble abode
Now it's my place to humble the bold (bold)

When the sun shine it makes the flowers bloom
Someone dies a child is born Life resumes
Stand alone in a crowded room
Never second guessed i was

you in the club putting on for these hoes every week
Your WCW is a natural born freak
I slid her my Action Bronson riding in a Jeep
I made your pigeon

in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness
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