, no But deep within I'm still a child of sin From the wrong side of the tracks, shame Everywhere I roam I carry my old home - with me Child of sin
Too young to die, stop Flyin'little child She never had a good life She never had a real home Living in a fast lane She's got no clue 'bout What's right
are you always cryin' Why can't you find the door Same old story Day after day You're living an illusion You're living in a dream You're not a child
, help each other Brother, brother, help each other Rhymes that I write generate much juice Not like Dr. Seuss or even Mother Goose They said I was a child
bee swerv slam like Dr. Julias Erv still strike the vital nerve charter through the Magna Carta trapped like Otis and Carter wild like a Shaolin child
swerv slam like Dr. Julias Erv still strike the vital nerve charter through the Magna Carta trapped like Otis and Carter wild like a Shaolin child from
the wages of sin [Interlude 1] Yo Bill, I come to get you out of this motherfucker Now I want you to come over here, it's okay And tell Dr. Lumbar, how
