love I would show you a child who has everything I would show you a child who has everything I would show you a child who has everything I would show you a child
I look for a bigger bang than the kind I continually see Sick of all this inertia I want you to mend me Lover, can you help me? I'm a child lost in
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
dig, let me slow down It's so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas We the lost
long time ago, It's just the poor's brain washing, ooh-wee (Poor's brain washing) Now look at a thing like this Cinderella and her long lost fellow In the midnight hour, she lost
for a while Bared your naked soul And you told me of your plan How you would never let them know In the morning of the night You cried a long lost child
A suffering soul on the way to the Kingdom of Heaven Held up a sign that said, 'God hates America' A child has been lost, a mother is shocked and is grieving
childrens song (Child, child, the child, child) (A child is the father of man) Have you listened as they played (Child, child, the child) (A child is
that hounds me, I need you to tell me Child, be still, child, be still Broken hearts all around the spot I can't help thinking that we lost the plot
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream Ah child of countless trees Ah child of
I told Althea, I was feeling lost Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery
Paradise waits on the crest of a wave, her angels in flames She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame Poised for flight, wings spread
say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child
cold December morning? Songbirds frozen in their flight Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming Dawning answer comes there none Go to sleep you child
doing, child, child? Holy cow, what you doing, child? What you doing, what you doing, child? Holy smoke, well, it ain't no joke No joke, hey, hey, hey First my boss The job I lost
a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I As a child I
'm selling dope and I know why (Why man?) Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high I was gonna go to court before I got high I was gonna pay my child
and you That's where I lost you in New York New York, New York, New York New York, New York, New York New York In New York I lost it all To you and