Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Children, artist - Mr. J. Medeiros. Album song Friends Enemies Apples Apples, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.09.2009
Record label: De Medeiros
Song language: English
Children |
| How is it possible to hate someone you never met |
| In waiting rooms of hospitals |
| A babies soon to measure his worth |
| When through the door |
| He feels no warmth of his fathers hand |
| And earth becomes the floor he learns to crawl on |
| Till an honest man is upright |
| He hug tight to insecurity |
| The fear of being vulnerable steers him from his purity |
| And runs him from the only place within |
| That knew his proper name |
| The secret space he lived inside he grew |
| Until the doctor came |
| And smacked him till he started breathing |
| Crash, into the art of reason |
| Laughing is an act of treason |
| Blasphemy to start believing |
| And after he has had his season marked |
| By every heartless lesion |
| Hardened by his Eden |
| In his garden he will starve this evening |
| Mothers I see our struggle |
| Fathers I hear our trouble |
| Brothers we will recover |
| Sisters we all need each other |
| Mothers I see our struggle |
| Fathers I hear our trouble |
| Brothers we will recover |
| Sisters we all need each other |
| Love, with out it we just skin and bones |
| Love, we crowd it with the things we own |
| Love, we doubt it till we bring it home |
| Love, we shout it till the kingdoms known, sing it now |
| Love, what the powers that be try to keep us from |
| Love, in the hour of need when you feel alone |
| Love, to shower the seeds till we see them grown |
| Love, I’m out on me knees until we see it shown |
| Mothers I see our struggle |
| Fathers I hear our trouble |
| Brothers we will recover |
| Sisters we all need each other |
| Mothers I see our struggle |
| Fathers I hear our trouble |
| Brothers we will recover |
| Sisters we all need each other |
| I take a moment of his time |
| To hold him and give mind |
| To all he relives |
| Find the hole he re-digs |
| Bind his soul to a thick line |
| The safety behind it |
| The stone would have hit |
| Eyes don’t know where to find it |
| When drawn in sand |
| A psalm to man emptying every palm as hands |
| Are balled into fits as they call to accuse |
| But they fall from the list |
| That they’ve drawn from the news |
| And we all hypocrites if we saw what we choose |
| Over life, over love, over dawn, over You |
| And they ask what He’s building and why does He bother |
| A map for us children to find our own Father |
| Mothers I see our struggle |
| Fathers I hear our trouble |
| Brothers we will recover |
| Sisters we all need each other |