my precious children They live so far away Oh may they hear my calling, calling And come back home some day I gave my all for my dear children Their
for my precious children, They live so far away. Oh may they hear my calling...calling..and come back home some day. I gave my all for my dear children
Translation: Harris Emmylou. Calling My Children Home.
m the rookie? But my features and my show's ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
baby, three baby carriage baby Welcome to my world, oceans vs. mountains (Welcome to her world, oceans versus mountains) Call me the poor girl ?cause I love to fight them (Call
me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind? It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice. You know all
me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is, are you kind Now it's a buck dancer's choice, my friends, better take my advice You know all the
call it an omen, points you where you're goin' Set my compass north, I got winter in my blood Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind They call my home the
laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan Papa was a rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when
read my end Not a lot of things but usually just appendin' my lady Been searchin' bendin' and saw my folks locked in the tenants And it don't make any sense why children
's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you
gotta, take it home Gotta, gotta take it home If it's up to us, we've got to take it home (All on our own) Gotta, gotta, take it home Gotta, gotta, gotta