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Big Daddy Kane lyrics - It's a Big Daddy Thing

Children R The Future

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On and on and on and on Me say the beat don't stop until the break of dawn Nor does the growth of our young world Yes the children, be buildin, each boy and girl Cause you are the cream of the planet earth The new birth, now take that for what it's worth And give the child room, to blossom and bloom Livin large, it's your destiny to consume To take flight and ignite to a brand new height Cause that's your goal in life - am I right (Yeah!) To start reachin, come on each and every single one of y'all comprehend what I'm teachin I said listen up, listen up, listen up youngster Learn from a lesson that the Big Daddy brung ya It's nothin but knowledge, I shall bring to you And I'm not Mr. Rogers or Captain Kangaroo, but I know children, children - are the future (variations 4X) children, children Where we goin now Take my hand my child, and let me show you how Cause I'm here to help.. .. those who need Knowledge of Self Young brothers and sisters, considered the cream that must rise to the top and fulfill the dream And there are desires that we all want to achieve but remember, respect is most greatest to receive And we don't have to gain it by bein TOUGH Or sellin our own kind that cooked white stuff So bring your negative mind from out of the shade Find your true self and let's all get paid, because children, children - are the future (variations 4X) People, people, why we live illegal Your life just ends short and you know that there's no sequel (sequel) They'll say that it was fun while it lasted You run wild, stickin up and gettin blasted Pregnant girls livin solo, on the welfare Cause your so-called man said go to hell dere And young brothers that could be tryin to rap Instead, are out boostin clothes at the Gap Now what kind of life is that for a child Runnin wild livin foul, hey, change your lifestyle Get some knowledge, and open your eyes Just take a little bit of time, how fully you'll come to realize, that children, children - are the future (variations 4X) [Kane * singing *] I believe the children are the future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all of the beauty they posess inside Give them, a sense of pride to make it easier, let the children laughter remind us how we used to be

Big A Little A

Crass
Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear? Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope, We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all Like the dutch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part If Moses did it with is faith, she'll do it with an army Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there Guarding national heritage no matter what or where Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984 Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you From God to local bobby, in home and street and school They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're the only you No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're they only you

Welcome To The World

10CC "Look Hear"
You're through gestation so welcome to the world We've still got vacancies just waiting to be filled We're still delivering ten thousand souls a day And disproportionately packing them away The starving of the multitudes and the feeding of the few We're only humanoid there's nothing we can do You must do something or we'll all go up in smoke We'd like to help but we're afraid of losing votes They never listen to you They never listen to your cries We're not progressing we're only marking time You're on your own Think of your children Think of your children Are they welcome to the world If every Chinaman jumped up and down in sync Then California would be sucked into the drink You've all got bodies and a few of you got minds We'd like to juse them but we never get the time Though man's achievements are a credit to us all How come we're stading with our backs against the wall One thousand congressmen assemble every day They'll send us packing on a dreadlock holiday They'll never listen to you They'll never listen to your cries They'll keep on talking and wasting precious time You're on your own Think of your children Think of your children Look to your children They're only children Are they welcome to the world

Over To You

BLACK SABBATH "Never Say Die"
Born in the window Cold blooded spoof Raised in the prison You called the school Taught young in legends Told what to do I handed my childhood Over to you Travelling endlessly, I'm searching for mind I'm almost afraid of what I will find Wandering aimlessly, oh what can I do I handed my future over to you, to you Over to you Future looks blue What can I do Watching for freedom Fighting our wars Feeding our children Keeping your laws Someday you'll suffer And what I'll do I'll hand all your promises Over to you Standing inside myself, I'm losing control You made me believe in the stories you told Waiting impatiently, what else can I do I handed my future over to you, to you Over to you Future looks blue What can I do Tears filled of sadness Stealing myself Which burning secrets What to they tell Mad politicians Can tell it true I handed my children Over to you All over, over to you All over, over to you All over, over to you...

Letter To The Future

HEAVY D
Intro (spoken): People, The world today is in a very difficult situation, And we all know it, Because we're the ones who created it. Chorus: What's wrong with our future? (4x) Verse One: Bust this How long will this last? A friend to the end, a memory in the past You think you're big, cause you walk with a shotgun I got new for you, your days are numbered, son Why don't you get yourself a job? When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob? Look at your mother, teardrops She just received a phone-call from the cops Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wife Shot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife. , or Take a look at your mother's heart torn She just received a phone-call from the morgue Your son is dead from three shots to the head. The killer left a note and this is what the note said: Never be bigger than you are. Never try to pose like you're a superstar Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the death-wish. When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss. Is this how you wanna be Dead on the street or locked in a penetentiary? It's cool to be free And it's alright for you to be you and for me to be me Look at you, 15 years old Coolin on the corner with a can of Old Gold Whatever happened to school? Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be cool To sport sneakers that you took from somebody To talk about the kid that you bucked at some party Life is a gamble, and you're losin Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin Left from right, right from wrong Or you'll be singin that old blues song (Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft) Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North You ain't soft, cause you didn't buck a shot Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got Old Johnny Walker from around the block Was livin' rather large 'till he got knocked He had Livin' Large on his Jeep plates Livin' Large on his real estate He even bought a diamond Livin' Large name plate He used to look at cops and smile in their face Drive a BMW and pump the bass One day, he made a move for a friend The f-r-iend, the voice said, Yo, I need ten. , Johnny said, When? Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally plays To do a favour for a chum You see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are none Cause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meet All he found was a police-infested street I guess havin a friend is rough Cause now Johnny's up north, doin push-ups, gettin buffed You see this chain I've got, I've got it, honestly You see the clothes I wear, I've got it, honestly You see the Jeep I drive, I've got it, honestly I work hard, it ain't easy being me Never had an excuse for life Just did what I did, now what I do, I do it right Jumbo, Jumbo , they cry on the block. 5.0, 5.0, lay low, here comes the cops Man, your lifestyle is petro On your knees again, because Jumbo said so Free Mandela , you cried But you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outside Martin Luther King had a dream (ooh yeah) That's exactly what turned his dream into a nightmare Malcolm X said, By any means necessary. He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody Maybe if we were still slaves, we'll be closer; however Pickin cotton was bad, but we picked it together I pray for you, and you pray for me Sincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy D Repeat chorus to end

Story Of A Life

HARRY CHAPIN "Sequel"
I can see myself it's a golden sunrise Young boy open up your eyes It's supposed to be your day. Now off you go horizon bound And you won't stop until you've found Your own kind of way. And the wind will whip your tousled hair, The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, Great tales of love and strife. And somewhere on your path to glory You will write your story of a life. And all the towns that you walk through And all the people that you talk to Sing you their songs. And there are times you change your stride, There are times you can't decide Still you go on. And then the young girls dance their gypsy tunes And share the secrets of the moon So soon you find a wife. And though she sees your dreams go poorly Still she joins your story of a life. So you settle down and the children come And you find a place that you come from. Your wandering is done. And all your dreams of open spaces You find in your children's faces One by one. And all the trips you know you missed And all the lips you never kissed Cut through you like a knife. And now you see stretched out before thee Just another story of a life. So what do you do now? When she looks at you now? You know those same old jokes all the jesters tell You tell them to her now. And all the same old songs all the minstrels sang You sing 'em to her now. But it don't matter anyhow 'Cause she knows by now. So every chance you take don't mean a thing. What variations can you bring To this shopworn melody. And every year goes by like a tollin' bell. It's battered merchandise you sell. Not well, she can see. And though she's heard it all a thousand times Couched in your attempted rhymes She'll march to your drum and fife. But the question echoes up before me Where's the magic story of a life? Now sometimes words can serve me well Sometimes words can go to hell For all that they do. And for every dream that took me high There's been a dream that's passed me by. I know it's so true And I can see it clear out to the end And I'll whisper to her now again Because she shared my life. For more than all the ghosts of glory She makes up the story, She's the only story Of my life.

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