inside Don't let anybody stand in your way Just let the music take you higher Now are you ready to rock Children of the Night Are you ready to roll Children of the Night
Don't let anybody stand in your way Just let the music take you higher Now are you ready to rock Children of the Night Are you ready to roll Children of the Night
is We don't give a fuck bout what series your benz is All we gives a shit about is up all night trappin white Cop that yay weigh it right till lay lay
waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist You were born with a snake in
the self that I dig But I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig Thin and so white, thin and so wide Daddy tells the daughter, "Mommy sleepin' at night
thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes
streets And it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women And, it ain't gonna be no future without the children And, it ain't gonna be no children
care less what's under kd lang's skirt I wish I had a nickname like crusher, snake or kenneth Cause guys with nicknames always get the gals When I grow up I'll name my children
cannon and blow up the planet with "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearin I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites The marijuana
Poets racking absinthe brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged
The Seven Seals] On through the dead of night See the four horsemen ride I saw the lamb open wide The seven seals are broken The white horse is given
it's matter under mind I'm fucking up your mind like a hallucinogen (Are you hot, Lord?) I heat it up like halogen Burn MC's, their children, and their children's children
land of the fair and the strong and the wise Brothers and sisters of the pale forest Children of night Who among you will run with the hunt? Now night
casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born with a snake in both
(feat. Ciecmate, Dazastah & Trials) [Verse 1: Dazastah] Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back Running from the military, Junta
Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged