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Third Day What Child Is This

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 is Christ

girls is thick, righteousness is narrow I got my third, I want the sparrow Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel The mother of my child, we

was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to terminate About this we don't feel great, but baby that's how it is

bad child Black Thought so hip that I'm square Tha rhythm that you hear is from tha kids right over there Tha rubberband in question just one step away Yesterday was a day

friend Goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?) I been dead (Oh) Ain

what about me, boy, back in California What about the blue-eyed girl you call a child? You held me for ransom, like some beautiful bandit Going down for the third

of my unborn child And I tell you what I see The same damn eyes as a day old corpse On a highway full of IEDs Life is good! What do you say to the

daughters It happens to me almost everyday A girl will take me to her crib and this is what she'll say 'mom and dad this is wes' and I'll say hi Ma will

hear is "Yo let me spit sixteen" Is it me or do I got a sign on my forehead? That says, ?Wanna get signed? Just rhyme go head? All this rappin' got