Artist: Rasheed Album: Let the Games Begin Song: Children Typed by: js13_2001@hotmail.com, jsierra87@aol.com (Rasheed talking to his kids) Verse 1 Remember back in the day Parents givin us a thrashin Diggin in that ass like its some kind of passion And now I understand why Just watchin my children growin up Make a hustler wanna cry Cause everything weve been through They must experience Will they learn the hard way? Or come up with common sense But what about the baby lyin lonely in the dumpster Never given a chance Will he be a victim of hunger? What have I done? Why am I here? But little do this baby know This happens year Little Ray made it pass the pacifier Now he a passive liar Smoke fire A murder for hire Little John his gang initiation Infiltration Findin in the enemy location Cut em down One round Soldier got his stripes Comrades hype Hopin and dreamin to sterotype Undercovers penetrated the G cult Caught a youngster Trailed him as an adult Now he doinlife Young flesh turned fool This is the world through the eyes of a child (Rasheed talking to his kids) Verse 2 Ever wonder why you keep finding Barbie dolls dismantled? Cause your husband got his step-daughter watchin the porno channel Touchin her in a way To 10 years she rather live her life gay You call your son stupid Then he gone think he stupid Put that word in his head And his brain will loop it Over and over till he find love in this wicked world Left home in search of diamonds and pearls Heart in a twirl Met a girl Put his mind in a swirl But no one gave a referal to her husband Mr. Earl Caught him early in the mornin Lookin at this young punk Heart couldnt take it Suffocated em put him in a trunk Wife kept quiet World I beg your pardon But thats why so many of our babies endin up on milk cartons I hold my babies with the grip of a anaconda Stare at em closely Put the emotions inside my binder (Rasheed talking to his kids) Verse 3 I wrote this outta love for the kids of the Earth Surfin this tough turf For what its worth To all the new born I give my soul for the Lord to bless And to all my homies with infants up in this wickedness Birth control The worst control miscarriage No lullabies Unborn babies in disparage Let the semen enter the center inside the placenta When the child is born Watch him grow to anos cescenta 60 years but I will live to see it I made this tape for planet If it happen so be it Baby Bambinos to Godfathers If I lose my faith I lose my space Never misuse my pistol on my waist My little nephew tears in eyes askin me why His best friend makin bullets fly (Rasheed talking to his kids)