And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen
Screams,i thought we killed em,thank god he didn't the thought of children
Got a little too much confidence and seem shook
I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,
Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues
Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
This prison has withered the children in need to be filled with a dinner, you see?
Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get
Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set
Shoot up children in a matter of a minute, media forecast, this criminal
You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters
Create life with the beats, alicia keys
Home of the rappin disease
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