Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn" Beans before the cops came through
like it was packed with melanin Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman Her arms are long and she moves like song Feet with corns,
just couldn't get enough of each other. Dale broke out like a man and said: "Wendy I think I want to take your hand and make little children, live
her drop She gave up everything for him that mattered in her life All the others that had loved her and she vowed to be his wife She dreamed of bearing children
of my life (Gay a long time) But I think I'm gonna make An exception for you baby (He'll probably still be gay after this) I will cheat on you with other
be a powerful man Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't But every church in the world can't save our children I stayed out late, you heard
you Goin' through But I coulda warned you When its time to be a man Do all you can See other lands And don't be livin' for the other man Take time out
the sickest feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin Then I'm filling the clip with a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children
Others cried... some were grinning And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind In Central Park the children
Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is her vest And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim You
fighting Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon Why then, must it go on? We must stop the killing Tell me why we die; we're all God's children [Chorus
feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin Then I'm filling the clip with a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children
days Since the police came around and took him away Children throw their lives away A little more dying every day Children throw their lives away A little more dying every day Children