on top of the hill I still remain, I know I still, I will-a, But through your f...in' respect and through your false pride Someone wanna take Jah - Jah - Jah children
pleasure whatever's clever We're deeper than the ports in the back of your cerebellum Dres, Dre, and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them We came, we saw, we broke the fuck out You play
we're all alright It's all alright, we're all alright I see a moralistic bourgeoisie Blocking clinics in a human chain While the orphanages overflow The children playing
peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send 'em to the children
-understanding vows Remember tears upon their brows In Tin Town, has-been town Tin Town, has-been town A tiny flag upon a mast Where camp-town children played
for the rights of our children The fire burns inside My curiosity leads me to Zion Wake the fuck up So if you got ?em, light ?em up, warriors Come out and play
folks eating dog food and your children eating paint While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint And while blood's the only language That your deaf
children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. *
die Their god will follow in silence from the sky CHORUS Can anybody stop these fights We play the deaf and the blind Does anybody hear children crying We play the deaf
fifty a piece now that's a lot of trees [Hook: x2] I'm Going In [x13] Is On Again once again once again once again I play to win I Play To Win I'm Going
then some I see children playing I see hope I'm hoping Far away I hear a memory calling me I'd like to stay But my obsession wants to play
somethin' And my baby, momma, the bitch play too many games Said she was takin' pills Now she pregnant again, but it's all gravy, baby And my children
sorrow. * Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children
(feat. Ciecmate, Dazastah & Trials) [Verse 1: Dazastah] Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back Running from the military, Junta
, Tomorrow's children for whom work is more like play, And living is what poems are for me today, A passionate utterance carefully designed. Remember us, the lame, the deaf
for the rights of our children The fire burns inside My curiousity leads me to Zion Wake the fuck up So if you got em - Light em up Warriors Come out and play
lie and deceit Forcing the weak to fall at their feet Playing the game with money eyes Deaf dumb and blind to millions that cry Parents kill children
