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