Lyrics:
A Children S Suite

us to keep off us gave her a handshake only for my man's sake she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now there's crumbs all over the damn place

I fell ya) Just sing me a lullaby and let the white doves fly (Uh huh) 'Cuz I heard from a bird, it's only sleep when you die (That's wrong) Break me

's the misery of inequity Said it's the history of inequity When it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls down Children eat your bread Little children

roots He's gone country, a new kind of suit He's gone country, here he comes Yeah, he's gone country, a new kind of walk He's gone country, a new kind

an eight by twelve four bit room I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine Old worn out suit

hell I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer A job that'd suit the devil as well Taconite coke and limestone Fed my children and make my pay

'll fuck yo friend Break bad, make up, then do it again These hoes ain't got no feelin's Hoes prayin' for chillin's (children) By a young balla nigga

brings me tears It's not about a salery it's all about reality, And Hip Hop is the reality that creates all these saleries. HIP HOP, HIP HOP, HIP HOP It's

plan an after-school program A religious fanatic posts footage Of an interfaith service project A group of teenage boys watches a video Of a father