come to welcome home the child What child is this, who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom Angels greet with anthem sweet While shepards watch our keeping This, this is
What child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this
block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream Hard times is all we've seen (On my Block) (What's up to all the homies?) Every block is kinda mean (
this day ever came There'd be no strings, no playing games Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say When love is gone why try to put A finger on what happened
this day ever came There'd be no strings, no playing games Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say When love is gone why try to put a finger on what happened
America We drive to the left on Falls Road And the man at the wheel's name is Seamus We pass a child on the corner he knows And Seamus says, now what
drive to the left on Falls Road And the man at the wheels name is Shamus We pass a the child on a corner he knows And Shamus says "now what chance has
gone But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact They say once you turn snitch, you never go back Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that What
Cause who the Son sets free, is free indeed And if you didn't know, now you should know All you have to do is take this family life for example Now Mom
they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago, Richard
would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago Richard
hook, "Hello!" They call me poppy seed, this is hot to me I got this lock and key, I got cities Under Siege When I'm in L.A. the six-four is ill When
I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child I want
As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn And a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mother cries Cause if there's one thing that
James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean (Damn this brother's flow is insane) That's what