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Children
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Verse 1





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)







Verse 2







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)







Verse 3







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)










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