The last thing you need is more security. I think the problem has spoken for itself. You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did, growing up as a
The last thing you need is more security. I think the problem has spoken for itself. You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did, growing up as
say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child
s the life and the experience of a mother Happends everyday, one another the other But the suburb living is high class With a high class leather city trade with
had wrote Hitler jerks off on the top of Jezebel's head Give the children stone instead of bread Chop off his head, split his body down the middle I'm
party she can't party with me So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is
beauty man we dey run the race Nobody fit try you ?cause your beauty is endless Nevertheless, the black skin color is fadeless Now you know say Na your mama hey Na your
anger to do what's fair To bring to justice this soulless thing And show the others what evil brings Now before you shake your head, think if it was your child
in anger to do what's fair to bring to justice this souless thing and show the others what evil brings now before you shake your head think if it was your child
your radio down It's the reggae boys, turn your radio down Neighbors mind your business It's a riot... Trouble (commin') again, your body's getting
Meanwhile, Margaret, against her better judgment, falls in love with Faust (My Hero). Faust poisons her mother so he can be alone with her, sleeps with Margaret, impregnates her, and with
is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live Then from the get your ass was foul And foul just is how you is No excuses see, life's dilemas are
We study all that evil dialect Dead sea scrolls of a prophet With the mindstate we movin objects It be the livin word that's heard in your eardrums You
ducks Everybody in your crew sucks Punk muthafucks Fuck critics, fuck your review Even if you like me, FUCK YOU! Fuck your Mom, fuck your Mom's Mama
But that's the life and the experience of a mother Happends everyday, one another the other But the suburb living is high class With a high class leather city trade with
But that's the life and the experience of a mother Happens everyday, one after the other But the suburb living is high class With a high class leather city trade with
' healing touch To come and raise their brother 'Cause they loved that boy so much But Jesus has a plan not known to any man That would soon take away their