Fit to play a game of Russian roulette and God?s fit to win I hope you?re equip for the adventure Men to the front and the women and children to the
the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a million Lord, knows ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
You've been my golden best friend Now with post-demise at hand Can't go to you for consolation 'Cause we're off limits during this transition This grief
need it for living cause I'm the king and I'm giving you the permission to get with a no stress pack That was ordos at chlorum acuse the old world orders post
the end of it That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict Or imitate 'cuz they wouldn't teach ya Algebra When you was eight Now you fornicate and you hate children
it's more than a dolla for a holla and more than a thousand for a peak up her blouse, and more than a million if ya have children cause nowadays girls
ol bubblehead girls out here [Big Daddy Kane] Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin? The heavyset one with about ten children?
murdering their own kind Never deny this fantasy life, they enjoy Addiction to this heightened state Post-birth psychosis disjointing her own children
Stereotype Mono type Blood type Are you my type? Minimalism Abstract expressionism Post modernism Is it? We are the children of concrete and steel This
the Playboy Mag. But that's irrelevant, I could just post a few bars that question Intelligence, 'cause your mind is absent of good flow like Black children
Where you going with your head hung down Papers blowin' through the streets of town They've already taken all of your posters down Didn't take 'em long
to cry no more As long as you keep holding on You can damn sure take it We gon' make it baby You don't have to cry My niggas posted on the block Like
It?d be like me lying to myself But I?m so scared to be alone And go back to sleeping with the lights on Cause I can be myself Drunk or sober fat proactive poster
every day since 1945 And I'll recite them everyday I wished I was alive' The one man circus is coming to town Get the dogs out, tear the posters down
in charge of brooms They have the nerve to rip up a man's life in a paragraph or two And the aeroplanes get hijacked and all the americans get killed And the children
fightin Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children [Chorus -
say the odds against me are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I was left to die by the doctors in the Children
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha You want your Momma livin' good ha Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha Baby post