Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Bless The Child, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 04.04.2011
Song language: English
God Bless The Child |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| Papa left me at war |
| In the Croix-des-Bouquets slums |
| Out in Haiti |
| I used to hunt for my food like wolves hunt sheeps |
| From the whole to the project |
| Learned to slap box cause I couldn’t take the disrespect |
| Asked Mona Lisa for a date on Friday |
| She heard I was Haitian and she said no way |
| But God blessed the child |
| I could have been that juvenile |
| Yep, but that’s my cousin selling crack |
| And that’s me with the black and white notebook writing raps |
| And the words became real |
| And I got a record deal |
| And I went from last to first |
| I put Haiti on the map, if you’re looking for my country Google Earth |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless because the streets is hard |
| We living in a world we only see facades |
| But check the stats, you won’t believe the odds |
| From who make it out to who see the bars |
| Only a few make out the two seated cars |
| I hope my crew make it out and don’t see the bars |
| When Wyclef was on tour with the Fugees |
| I was with Boyz n the Hood, you can’t pause the movie |
| Thought I was hot shit when I bought the coopy |
| I was down in the tunnel when I wore the goofy |
| I was the ice berg shit, 400 sweater |
| I put ten up in the bank, bet I form better |
| It was love in the bitch way before I met her |
| Just was spending all my chips on the softest leathers |
| I told my niggas meet them at the crossroads |
| Until then I’mma see how fast this Porsche go |
| More money well them more foes |
| But shit I ain’t scared of you mofos |
| You funny niggas like Bernie mac |
| I do something til you same niggas turn a rat |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| It’s much deeper than a rap song |
| Think it’s sweet until this beef is getting clapped on |
| I’ve seen sweet dreams turn in nightmares |
| I watch street dreams turn to life years |
| You can hear the loud screams when they cry tears |
| Now I take my whole team and we fly Leers |
| If it’s New York then we’re up town |
| California sport when we touchdown |
| I’m getting money, wouldn’t call it fame |
| It was right before she nutted when she called my name |
| Backing out the telly, wheels in reverse |
| She had the telly slippers on, heels in her purse |
| I put her in a cab, you dealing with a jerk |
| It’s atleast a quarter mil when a nigga murk |
| Shit they follow me like i’m racketeering |
| They must have got fed with the black McLaren |
| And yea they racial profile my black appearance |
| And I always ran the streets, I had absent parents |
| And every night we pray to the sky |
| In the hood where is 9 million ways to die |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |
| God bless the child that can hold his own |