Children Lyrics

Children lyrics

(Rasheed talking to his kids) 







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)