Besedila:
Poster Children

As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold As with joy they hailed its light Leading onward, beaming bright So most gracious God may we Evermore

wea??ll make a better day Just you and me (Mary Mary) We are the world We are the children (Tony Bennet) Its for the children (Isaac Slade) We are

ll make a better day Just you and me [Mary Mary] We are the world We are the children [Tony Bennet] Its for the children [Isaac Slade] We are the ones

what you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin I'm amongst it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI Chorus [Common] Yo check it yo Women cry, children

and moved in the truck Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey I stand here, posted

is what she left behind An apartment cluttered with children's toys Photos of good times In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows There's a four poster

everybody's got a glock If you got some beef please express that in silence Or else violence But right here is the life it's the children of the concrete

but bitch I'm in the building I'm the smack man! - I got a back hand like Serena Williams! He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children

Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations That's my pre-gratitude Post