do not not know Then I hear him on the radio Remembering his every word That my children sing to me We have seen the world, this ecstasy Now, my children
the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him
down in the depths of you He is ready to take over and rape the last part of the sanity in your mind Let him out, let him out, let him run wild, scream
like him When he movesa?¦he moves like lightning Across the world the news was flashed The country's young leader was laid to rest Another ending of a new beginning Others crieda?¦some
life? And Mama, some bad talk going around town Saying that Papa had three outside children And another wife and that ain't right I heard some talk about Papa doing some
don't mean to preach, some may say that it's unrealistic 'Cause none of us is perfect, but the way that I say it What do you just try to see with different
my excess earwax With a golf pencil, When I see this guy Marty Tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa Up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him, I say
believe in money But a man could make him a killin'" 'Cause some of that stuff don't sound Much different than Dylan I hear down there it's changed you see
the line then imma flex these twos, and nigga, oo, if i do, it was for my children, if you feelin like I'm feelin, then you probably gon see a million
before you shoot Murderah where will our children go When there's no place safe where they can go? And trouble may come and some time You'll get pulled
damn thang, a damn thang Now why did they kill him It's one of my niggas is dreamin', schemin' on making a million Tryin' feed they children and police
ever no questions/ If we gotta rebel and do some checkin'/ At any second, things can change an death attack/ And for the record you already know where I'll see
have somethin Let the world go (wrong) just don't blow this muthaf**ka up You kill him, he'll kill you Some say its stupid but violence really lives where
of money, chillin' gettin' smoked out. Two shots hit him in his face when he blast it, frame pictured, and its closed casket. This is so tragic. I see
?s doomed to sail the seven seas and ne'er set foot on land And if you chance to see him You will soon be dead from fright So sailors tell their children
? See, the hare is tryna beat me As I continue to do Lu's pace They say him got two heads and four eyes just like Screwface But see my secret's safe,
cry, we cry, oh, we cry There comes a time when every bird has to fly At some point every rose has to die It?s hard to let your children go, leave home