fields? Is there a time? What about all the dreams That you said was yours and mine? Did you ever stop to notice All the children dead from war?
game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
to find a different way Go and chance it for the planet No time for, don?t need war For our children, no more killin For all Man, give a damn If you
kick your ruffneck slang, but I know better That's dead to me, in '94 we got the remedy Best remember we, I burn any when you're 70 And I'll be damned
[50 Cent] Yeah They can't do it how I do it, I'm #1, I knew it I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it It's hit after hit, damn I'm on the road
and they all gone say... [Chorus x2: Children] He is the Slab Rider Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider He is the Slab Rider Big hydro, fifthteen riders [Children
Got not law and order Ruled by anarchy It's here to stay Chaos in the classroom Kids are killing kids Getting outta hand Mothers and fathers - the sickening ones Raping the children
not law and order Ruled by anarchy It's here to stay Chaos in the classroom Kids are killing kids Getting outta hand Mothers and fathers - the sickening ones Raping the children
got an extra large so I wouldn't grow out, "That's too big for you!" the other kids would shout. But we stuck together, we didn't quit, and now the children
from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames dance on a highwire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children
to the monitor damn it feels good, turn on, tune in zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function but the children seem to love it yes mother, me
wrapped the broccoli in the napkin, for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes, and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned
housing crisis was in fact the cause. So, why not humanity for habitats? Because they'redamned if they do and damned when they can't! Euthanasia is a
to the gallows. Excommunicate. Hang the beast. Show no mercy in the God-damn killing. Excommunicate. I'm in love with feeling nothing for life. One voice to children
Akrobatik) - w/ ad libs] I try to keep my head above, but I keep on fallin down Seems like everytime I get it right, damn that shit ain't never right
people play in the middle of the night Where do we go from here now that all of the children have grown up And how do we spend our time knowin' nobody gives us a damn
Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go [Verse 1:] Hold up, where dey at Khaled don't let me get em Gun cocked, where his children