Lyrics:
Children Pieces

Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools Nuns called mothers And their Christian brothers Kick the shit out of very frightened children Judges

true all that's left are pieces of you and she laughs and she cries and she begs for her life it's sad but it's true all that's left are pieces of you

it) on the roooooooad [Busta Rhymes:] Look in case you misunderstand exactly what I'm building Things that I could leave for my children (children) children (children

Lord, they're coming after me I know someday we'll find that piece of land (Woo) Somewhere not nearby Babylon The war will soon be over and Africa will unite (Ahh Woo) The children

but I just kept slippin' On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt up to Julius Cesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent

on all fours When you've got to feel it in your bones When you've got to feel it in your bones Now I can't climb the stairs Pieces missing everywhere

You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe, you've got too much cash Better call, call the

You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the law

forget my face, my friend For if you do I'm dead" "Well, I don't see how that could be" I said to him as well As peeling off a piece of paper Stuck