Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Children, artista - RasheedFecha de emisión: 27.03.2000
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Children |
| Remember back in the day |
| Parents givin us a thrashin |
| Diggin in that ass like its some kind of passion |
| And now I understand why |
| Just watchin my children growin up Make a hustler wanna cry |
| Cause everything weve been through |
| They must experience |
| Will they learn the hard way? |
| Or come up with common sense |
| But what about the baby lyin lonely in the dumpster |
| Never given a chance |
| Will he be a victim of hunger? |
| What have I done? |
| Why am I here? |
| But little do this baby know |
| This happens year |
| Little Ray made it pass the pacifier |
| Now he a passive liar |
| Smoke fire |
| A murder for hire |
| Little John his gang initiation |
| Infiltration |
| Findin in the enemy location |
| Cut em down |
| One round |
| Soldier got his stripes |
| Comrades hype |
| Hopin and dreamin to sterotype |
| Undercovers penetrated the G cult |
| Caught a youngster |
| Trailed him as an adult |
| Now he doinlife |
| Young flesh turned fool |
| This is the world through the eyes of a child |
| (Rasheed talking to his kids) |
| Ever wonder why you keep finding Barbie dolls dismantled? |
| Cause your husband got his step-daughter watchin the porno channel |
| Touchin her in a way |
| To 10 years she rather live her life gay |
| You call your son stupid |
| Then he gone think he stupid |
| Put that word in his head |
| And his brain will loop it Over and over till he find love in this wicked world |
| Left home in search of diamonds and pearls |
| Heart in a twirl |
| Met a girl |
| Put his mind in a swirl |
| But no one gave a referal to her husband Mr. Earl |
| Caught him early in the mornin |
| Lookin at this young punk |
| Heart couldnt take it Suffocated em put him in a trunk |
| Wife kept quiet |
| World I beg your pardon |
| But thats why so many of our babies endin up on milk cartons |
| I hold my babies with the grip of a anaconda |
| Stare at em closely |
| Put the emotions inside my binder |
| (Rasheed talking to his kids) |
| I wrote this outta love for the kids of the Earth |
| Surfin this tough turf |
| For what its worth |
| To all the new born |
| I give my soul for the Lord to bless |
| And to all my homies with infants up in this wickedness |
| Birth control |
| The worst control miscarriage |
| No lullabies |
| Unborn babies in disparage |
| Let the semen enter the center inside the placenta |
| When the child is born |
| Watch him grow to anos cescenta |
| 60 years but I will live to see it I made this tape for planet |
| If it happen so be it |
| Baby Bambinos to Godfathers |
| If I lose my faith |
| I lose my space |
| Never misuse my pistol on my waist |
| My little nephew tears in eyes askin me why |
| His best friend makin bullets fly |
| (Rasheed talking to his kids) |