Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Children's Song, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Slip-N-Slide
Song language: English
The Children's Song |
Children hold on, to your dreams |
Believe in love, let love be the light |
To show the wayyyyy |
And love will shine on you one day |
Hold on, to your dreams at least |
And believe in love |
It’ll show you the way, it’ll show you the way |
That’s right, uh-huh |
God bless the souls of those that impose a threat |
Better yet, let’s forget 'bout this foolishness |
And though I never asked for forgiveness |
If you wanna pray to him, here’s some things I might say to him |
Lord thank you for my wife, my father and mom |
And God thank you for my daughter and son |
You know the devil he’s been doin us wrong |
And I love both of my kids, but they momma can’t raise 'em alone |
And yo, I just want a better understandin |
There’s got to be another way to handle it |
And well we got to be mature about it |
We both made our mistakes, and can’t no one get us out it |
My little girl’s a little lady |
And though she often act crazy, she still my baby |
And I anticipate the day that I can see |
The smile on her face when she speak to Little J |
Hold on, to your dreams, you gotta believe |
Believe in love — that’s right |
Believe in love and the Lord |
It’ll show you the way okay, it’ll show you the way, just lead |
Shine your heart on it |
(America has a problem) |
You see the problem with the world is |
That there’s way too many faces and way too many races |
They done even managed to modernize slavery |
They clonin little babies, these people goin crazy |
And white America’s on high alert |
Black America’s still starvin and livin in public housin |
You still eatin off your food stamps |
That’s why one out of every three black boys end up in boot camp |
And not to mention the ones we’ll be missin |
Let’s face it, e’rybody can’t make it |
And e’rybody wanna escape it (no way) |
But if it’s thug life we live, then thug life it is |
But just remember, somethin gotta give |
That’s why, so many and die and, so little live |
I can’t explain it, but that’s how it is |
And God forbid, but it is what it is |
Hold on, to your dreams, and believe in 'em |
Feel the strength, I know |
He’ll show you the way, he’ll show you the way |
He’ll show you the way |
The Lord have mercy on 'em |
For they young and dumb, and that’s why I come to pray for 'em |
Though some of us are better than most of us |
You can’t involve the kids with our differences |
And since memories are all we have |
Don’t you agree that all little kids deserve to laugh? |
I’m, teachin the facts about our black leaders |
Cause they be strong people, just keep readin, it gets deeper |
We’re all God’s people |
So regardless of color and race, we all is covered in grace |
And you gotta be stronger than most |
Therefore, we only supposed to go when we chosen |
Cause God for the thugs too |
Just be sincere at heart and dawg, God’ll still love you |
So to all my fallen soldiers, the struggle’s over |
All in the name of Jehovah |
Hold on, to your dreams, c’mon, y’know |
Believe in love, and love be the light |
I know, you know, that’s right — he’ll show you the way |
I know, it’ll shine on you, c’mon |
And just pray with me, sing with me, c’mon |
Sing with me, c’mon |
Believe in love — he’ll show you the way |
I know you will — he’ll show you the way, okay? |
Just believe and pray |
This is for Me’da’buta |