bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud Let's take this train for one last stop, I know
planted was watered too late Ooh, oh, child Ooh, oh, child Your roots stretch down to grow up wild Roots stretch down to grow up wild It was late last
a lil bit) And it goes Lifestyles of the rich and famous Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers A
glow from my entourage Gravitate towards the ambiance See me and my men on CNN Then the birth of the inevitable hate begin 'Cause hate is the child
I was born in the year punk broke Days before the king was dead It was the year of the snake I was a red faced child Who stumbled where he tread Was
you cos you're my friend A a e The sun is gonna shine again Someday we will ride a train that only seats one class To a destination that feels like home at last
drift, sick shit and spit at your heaven I'm grabbin' my dick again, foot on the wall, pose down I'm drinkin' that piss again, back at the train hometown
in the infinite hoard Of his 1972 through '74 tour through the flames of this hell Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine And sometimes a child
Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic
't last Similar to a car crash, I got rap in a smash Whenever you wanna get loose and hang out Remember I done turned enough troops into The Last Boy
you got no man to give it his last name And her folks back in Manhattan didn't treat her like a lady So she took her child and caught an evening train
ain't real See, I know you forgot about me when you got ya last record deal See, I know the way you feel, I walked the earth just like you And like a child
be named After the loved one you lost as a child Night train through pouring rain to home now Can't sleep until I see you We worked from Wednesday last
streams Stole her mama's Maybelline And took the train to New Orleans And swore she was never gonna go, go Back to the Black Water Bayou Mama said, ?Child
where the hour went I stack mint and think of what? Black empowerment I think wife and black child to raise together I think about the winter knowing nothing last
thought of having children, but I've gone and changed my mind It's hard enough to watch the news, let alone explain it to a child To cast your eye cross
way, they talk often quick To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit See we gang, we never bought it in the streets, I slang Peeps I train to
'Cause it's our last night And it's one last fight We're the last ones Come on, we'll catch our very last train Light our very last flames And we'll