We were the children of '45 Loaded like pistols and taught how to die We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender) Through trenches
) Women with children struggling to make a living battling Let the cries be heard before the night is gone Hour to hour, day by day the children have
come The race begun, we're almost there, oh yeah I know a change gonna come The race begun, we're almost there, oh yeah Welcome children, welcome me
, children keep learning How to grow up How to grow up, world keeps on turning How to grow up, sun keeps on burning How to grow up, children keep learning
day would come when I'd be on the mic rockin Every day after school practisin I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and then started battle rappin
tried to be what I'm not I've lied and I've enjoyed it all my life I lied to my dear mother to my sisters and my brother and now I'm lying to my children
as my navigator I'll be staying afloat And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions Then I'm forced to pay the price as a result of my actions I'm battling
when ya move his food I'll turn your blocks upside down like Rubik's Cube I need a bad girl to make a nigga lose his cool But in the heat of the battle
a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me? What kinda crap is that battle? What kinda
In life's many battles that you will have to fight Just stay close to Jesus and journey in His light Then on that judgment morning when all pain has fled
Fear the children slain of the hydra For they will seek to kill upon command None can escape the teeth of the hydra From the teeth of the hydra come the Children
, Tommy Gun and huh! Scorpio Kami-Kazi, Clayton Savage and Easy Mike And going down in the books is the king of the night So if you're ever in a battle
story line goes on, right to left, who's right who's wrong Fuck the politics and pride, I just to try to stay alive To witness where the battle lines
in the Bible Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal' It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter Rolling with my wanna battle cats
precious beheaded Elizabeth A vision of the greatest thing you've seen since your Christening I'm listening to children, speak of the matrix Battling
wins, slidin' in these dens wit Timbs With Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do You wanna battle for cash and see who
relax, still in the grass You'll learn respect, burst when I ask Rhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets,
like a pharoah With royal apparel, annointed with myrrh and aloe We used to wallow, amongst the mallows We had herd sheep and cattle, now we battle Used
