Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the
Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No
you're the only one like you that I'll find But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind One of a very few of a kind
Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes
Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights
Like the crashing of a wave On the shores of consciousness We're alive and we're awake to the world And with the gift of love we're blessed 'Cause we
A) children of light (anderson/vangelis/squire) Distant as the distant thunder Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder Equal rights for equal people
kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives We the people Are we the people? Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind
(Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of the man, father of the man) (Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of
and me We've got a groovy kind of love We've got a groovy kind of love We've got a groovy kind of love Ohh, ohh, ohh Hmm, mmm, mmm We've got a groovy kind
my kind of rain She's my kind of rain Like love from a drunken sky Confetti falling down all night She's my kind of rain She's my kind of rain Ohh,
Jesus loves the little children, He loves the retards too, But not as much as the little children, Or else his heart would go blue, Jesus loves the little
Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from
put a quarter in and played my favorite song too Baby yeah, yeah, yeah You're my-my kind of a girl You're my-my kind of a girl You're my-my kind of a
I sat alone with the dreams of children Weeping willows and tall dark building I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating
Some kind of nature Some kind of soul Some kind of mixture Some kind of gold Some kind of majesty Some chemical load Some kind of metal Made up from
I have no time for hate or love Hey child, you're so full of woe I have no time for hate or lyin' Hey child, you're no child of mine I have no time for
We've been together, less than a week But I swear it seems like two years at least Whether face to face or over the phone When I hear your voice, I'm
