Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Teach the Children lyrics

[Hook] Teach the children, help my brother Love my sister, study each other It's time we learn, we breath the same So I feel pain, when you feel pain Teach the children [Intro: Freddie Foxxx] For the juvenile minds of the world, yes [Verse 1] Sometimes I look up at the moon and the stars and I wish that I can go Just to see if there's another place to spread my flow Freddie Foxxx spits fertilizer, young minds grow Now I'm letting all the shorties in the whole world know I be the book of life, darker than black I'm not recessive or laid back, I'm right in your face, just [?] Shorty watch me on your TV screen 106 & Park spit a mean 16 Metaphorically show shorties what they ain't seen MC's and DJ's a two-man team, listen With my own personality, I build my own trails I write my own rhymes, I tell my own tales Be a trendsetter, can we see good on Earth? Take everything that comes my way for what's it worth Keep only things around you that light your way And you should find time to pray Don't let nobody tell you what you can't be, listen, guard your soul With a nice warm goose down, life is cold Real life ain't Barney and Big Bird Ask my man Barney who got life for moving with big birds Learn math and science So you can be part of the alliance, and please remember this That I ain't afraid to be who I be Cause who I am is something nobody can take from me We gotta [Hook] [Verse 2] We gotta teach the children, how to be self-reliant How to look life a small fry and think like a giant Make the world compliant to everything you need So that next kids will come up, so we can succeed When you wake up in the morning to start your day Bad news might turn you away You should think about the people that died for you to be where you at By the whips, by the chains, and the gats Watch the snakes in the circle around you when you're putting it down Hitting message in a hardcore sound The gangs be busting and slashing in Corleone fashion But they're crashing, bawling, black body they're blasting See my daughter's a cute one, she wondering why Me and Mommy don't see eye to eye So I tell her that Daddy's not a bad guy, baby ain't a thorn And I love you even more ever since you was born Same with Bree and TaySean The wars that I fight is so my shorties can sleep at night That's why I tatted this tat right over my heart So nobody ever tear us apart We gotta [Hook] We gotta teach the children Uh huh, listen Can I kick it for the shorties of the world, yes That's right Can I kick it for my pretty little girl, yes Everybody For the juvenile minds of the world, yes Huh huh [Verse 3] Don't underestimate the overhand right that life might throw Cause the kids be the fire that light my flow I spit it gangster so you know that when I'm done You'll be picking up your paycheck without a gun Got you knowing that the worst ain't even rough times See I been to the bottom where it's all about crime And the cops got one time to bag you May kick, stomp, or drag you, see Im'ma keep it gully Keep it Timb boots, keep it skully If I get it in a French cut suit, they still can't bump me Don't get caught up in these rap songs, don't be blind Your favorite rapper's not the thug in his rhyme So you dribble a rock, get the nicest crossover on the block Let your jump shot buy a stock That a whole 'nother door that you can unlock, learn these laws Then help them get theirs, so you can get yours And don't be offended by the schoolyard diss Cause for the sake of the little ones, I exist And baby girl, remember this Only God is the nemesis We gotta [Hook x2] We gotta teach the children [Outro] Ha, yeah Can I kick it for the shorties of the world, yes Can I kick it for my pretty little girl, yes For the juvenile minds of the world, yes C'mon Another DJ Premier production Works of Mart Bumpy Knuckles Works or art Ha ha ha ha