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Chicago What Child Is This

come to welcome home the child What child is this, who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom Angels greet with anthem sweet While shepards watch our keeping This, this is

What child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this

only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean? and I do believe in God cuz I keep comin across all these fine woman with low self esteem, you know what

this day ever came There'd be no strings, no playing games Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say When love is gone why try to put a finger on what happened

man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla Chicago

and slap yo ass in the truck Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk Don't even like rockin' bleach Trippin' on petty crunk shit like that What is

We drive to the left on Falls Road And the man at the wheel's name is Seamus We pass a child on the corner he knows And Seamus says, now what chance

gone But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact They say once you turn snitch, you never go back Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that What

this real nigga ensemble, Chicago City of steppers and niggas with wild hair Besides the Hall there's the foul air Wonder if I'll raise my child there