Confrontation Camp - Babies Makin' Babies k**in' Babies lyrics

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Confrontation Camp - Babies Makin' Babies k**in' Babies lyrics

Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies Lord lord lord what the hell is goin on They sliding out the womb ...right into the tomb Them flowers once were seeds But now them flowers bleed And much to my dismay They fillin' up them graves Give the baby what the baby want Some time it's over when it's just begun What make the baby momma go and get her some $200 dollar pair Allen Iversons Another baby went and got a gun Crazy 'Cause his momma couldn't get none She got a baby 'cause she got some Didn't know the daddy where she got it from Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies A neighbor's frantic 911 call They were in shock totally appalled Blood at the hands of an adolescent America eats its young confession There's a wild child on trial Who contemplates his retaliation Can't run there goes another one Another son lost at the hands of another Gun I'm done Who gonna be born who gonna die Who gonna be born who gonna die Who gonna be born who gonna die Who gonna be born who gonna die Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane School is a motherf**er It was there that I found that I had a brother What a place to discover another sister who almost was a lover Childhood in the hood scary My own flesh and blood is an adversary What seed will the baby carry There's a whole sea another baby buried Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane Life in the fast lane d**h in the last lane Lord lord lord what the hell is goin on They sliding out the womb ...right into the tomb Them flowers once were seeds But now them flowers bleed And much to my dismay They fillin up them graves Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies Babies makin' babies Babies k**in' babies Blessed are those who