end of it That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict Or imitate 'cuz they wouldn't teach ya Algebra When you was eight Now you fornicate and you hate children Forgot
how I defeat you) Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you) Yeah I bust that ass before (You ran to Texas and came back but forgot
not for long Gnarled hands hold canes Where the guns once were before Taunted by the children Whose parent's lives he saved Forgotten by a state Whose
back to school The future is prisms and math So I did what they said Now my children are fed 'Cause they pay me to do what I'm asked I forgot all my
children's Children's Children When you become adult The world will seem A better place To our children's Children's Children When tomorrow comes You
She was born at 6 a.m. On New Year's Day In an alley right at the heart Of where the homeless children play And the truth is that we will never Even
full of men with their hammers a bleedin' I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
? Where do you go when the party ends? And you were just too busy being fabulous Too busy to think about us I don't know what you were dreamin? of Somehow you forgot
trousers hold a thousand deadly sins The maddest things we ever found in bins He clutches them and looks at you and grins Here comes pockets The children
the autumn of this winter i've forgotten how to breathe made my mind up three times or more simple life of make-believe my head was in the clouds feet
faith There will come a day There will come a day Wars are raging lives are scattered Innocence is lost and hopes are shattered The old are forgotten, the children
Ya Life Chorus Children Are The Future, Hey Young World, Gotta Love Ya Life, Children Are the Future, (Hey Young Kids Dont Follow Theese Thugs) Love Ya Life Children
keep me satisfied I haven't had a son yet but the good Lord knows The three of us have tried 'Cause the Pennsylvania Dutch That we once spoke has been forgotten
And by the light of the moon Light of the moon Light of the moon We'll begin again Say they're taking the children Oh, I think they've forgotten Does
I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
bathroom till the mirrors fog Can't wait to ball, with my niggas God Dry off splash on the Izzi Miak Cut up the rock, head for the door oops forgot
till the mirrors fog Can't wait to ball, with my niggas god Dry off splash on the Izzi Miak Cut up the rock, head for the door oops forgot You know I
a sacred place Yea, yea Ceremony Funky style music got you good, now children Ceremony Rock 'n' roll music got you good, good baby Ceremony Funky style music got you good, now children