This is a song about "Black children"

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Box car children trying to hide

Get ready to ignite

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,