regrets I can't take back the words I never said I can't take back the words I never said I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit Just a poor
Know how the town talk, Baby girl is innocent, Labeled ah the town whore, Suicidial thoughts on her mind, Even now more, First the abuse, Now she gotta raise her child poor
mongoose With his top hap and walking-stick? It's just the poor's brain washing (Poor's ...) They told me a long time ago, It's just the poor's brain washing, ooh-wee (Poor
moment's comin' at last We're all alone, no chaperone Can get our number, the world's in slumber Let's misbehave There's something wild about you, child
t notice really isn't so hard You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them Well, it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor We
I say Let me tell you about my mother (Night and day) Hum hum and my father (Night and day) They're long gone (Night and day) Left this poor child cryin
I'm going to Graceland Poor boys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland My traveling companion is nine years old He is the child of
we strolled The beach at El Malecon Go back, don't you worry I am your grown up son The politics of prison Are a mirror of the street The poor endure
keeps lurkin' to earth watchin' your own murder reoccur For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child
They're starrin' Nas, executive poet, produced directed by The Kid Slash Escobar narration describes The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to survive The feature opens with this young black child
place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies history's told, foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seein' things like I was
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, By, by, lully,lullay: Lully, thou little tiny child, By,by lully, lullay O sisters too, how may we do, For
child, By, by, lully,lullay: Lully, thou little tiny child, By,by lully, lullay O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day, This poor young
child By, by, lully, lullay Lullay, thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay O sisters too, how may we do? For to preserve this day This poor young
eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles My brothers and sisters all hated me 'cause I was an only child
the tears of the angels lookin' down on me cryin' For a lyin' ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child
Sweet little child You know nothing But a cold world outside You're too young to realize What he wants from you tonight Poor little girl There is no
books Black girls going to school, carryin' like 9 books For the hood niggas that go to work because parole But they tryin' to be good niggas For all the poor