Free your mind Free, free your mind I wish I can free this If the leather fades and the children age And the love we share, separates In a perfect world do we know we're done? But I don't wanna grow up, not for anyone! I wanna be alone with the ??? at

I'm spinning, I'm spinning, I'm spinning you up Just hide, oh! You know that you're the one, that's terrified, oh! La, la, la, la, la There's a bottom to the top of the moment You won't always be around Catch a nigga coming quickly behind ya People want

Making love till you scream, I wanna wake everybody While we're making children, I wanna wake everybody And I mean every, every, every And the more I lay with you I'm not concerned about what neighbors gon' do And I don't care if they leave this room

(Bury me in blood oil) Tell your children we got another year coming Bury me in blood oil Build me black Jesus Shackles pulling at your hair I'm a heading down, down, down Down to the river 'cause I don't believe in medicine Oil stains the legs of this

Thank you god for this fine day Bless all the children of the world And thank you for the plants And the animals Bring me sweet dreams tonight And help me be good tomorroe Noah's came to my house one day With all his animals And he took me away

Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Who's in a bunker? Ice age coming Women and children first I'll laugh until my head comes off Let me hear both sides Throw it in the fire We're not scaremongering

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn

Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga

I was a man, that I, seldom long. She had a bond to make, to form with you. He wanted to gently stroke your hair. Its the coming one, the son and the heir. Lay down, close your eyes if you dare.. Before you know you might be down. You procreate my next

And through it all, And could you cry for me? So shut your eyes, Kiss me goodbye Just sleep, Some say now suffer all the children, And walk away a saviour