Lyrics:
Pity The Child

said no Pity the child who has ambition Knows what he wants to do Knows that he'll never fit the system Others expect him to Pity the child who knew

said "No." Pity the child who has ambition Knows what he wants to do Knows that he'll never fit the system Others expect him to Pity the child who knew

Translation: Chess-Musical. Pity The Child.

I'm so grown, it's silly I'm so above fussin', callin' and cussin' Playin' little games at 5:30 in the morn' Said it's a shame and a pity How everybody

Esmeralda Agr n, Senora I know I've no right to speak My son is not the savage boy you see The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair It hides the child

sad, angry, mad How you were sent to heaven's sacred path Duct taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed Body draped in blood, what a fate to have Such a pitiful

got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us Hospitable, hitable, cooler than Digable Criminal, miracle, lyrical take every syllable literal Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal Little brittle pitiful

chairs and sat upon the floor All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity

woman that I need in my life To add a little spice, cookin' nigga steak and rice I can see us one day man and wife Walkin' down the aisle, havin' our first child