This is a song about "The children of matthew"

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Hear the children screach for help all they do is call

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Speaking to the children i just hope that they all listening,

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

This prison has withered the children in need to be filled with a dinner, you see?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

All the innocent little children

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