Lyrics:
Who Is This Tiny Child

got a massive buzz, your making little noise. i love all my fans especially the girls and to everyone who loves me, i love me aswell. (chorus) THIS BEAT IS

is taking place Within it' self-divided, now it takes some space They can't be fathomed by a mind creates the state Of ego now what's is mine, is mine

Before we get into this Killa Season Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker Gat to your back, get down motherfucker

lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is

wifey jock, she like Rasaq Thick hips, with the tiny top You could find me propped, in a grimy spot Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is blocked

(P. Bunch/D. Johnson) When God dreams This world knows no hate Every heart is innocent Every child is safe No need goes unattended No soul goes unfreed

into the umbra. Who are they to say what is moral when they are broken? Who are they to say anything about us? All this, all this, And I want to sledgehammer

grow free. December 9, a child was born with no heart. Since a kid, they said I wouldn't go far. Ghetto scars tryin to keep away from metal bars. That hood is

forlorn This comes to pass when a child is born And all of this happens because the world is waiting Waiting for one child, black, white, yellow, no one knows But a child who