God bless the child chords by Jim jones

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Verse 1
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God bless the child
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that can hold his own
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God bless the child that can
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hold his own
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God bless the child that can hold his own
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God bless the child
that can hold his own
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Papa left

Verse 2
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me at war
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In the Croix- des- Bouquets
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slums out in Haiti
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I used to hunt for my
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Food like wolves hunt sheeps
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From the whole to the project
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Learned to slap box cause I
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Couldn’t take the disrespect
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Asked Mona Lisa for
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a date on Friday
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She heard I was Haitian
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and she said no way
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But God blessed the child
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I could have been that juvenile
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but that’s my cousin selling crack
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And that’s me with the black
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And white notebook writing raps
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And the words became real
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And I got a record deal
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And I went from last to first
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I put Haiti on the map
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If  you're looking for my
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country Google Earth
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God bless the child that can
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hold his own
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God bless the child that can hold
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his own
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God bless the child that can
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hold his own
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God bless the child
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that can hold his own
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God bless because the streets

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Verse 3
is hard
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We  living in a world we
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only see facades
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But check the stats
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You won't believe the odds
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From who make it out to who
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see the bars
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Only a few make out the two seated cars
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I hope my crew make it out
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And don't see the bars
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When Wyclef was on tour
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with the Fugees
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I was with Boyz n the Hood
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You can't pause the movie
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Thought I was hot shit when
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I bought the coopy i was
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down in the tunnel
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When I wore the goofy
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I was the ice berg shit,
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400 sweater
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I put ten up in the bank,
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bet I form better
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It was love in the bitch way before I met her
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Just was spending all my chips
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On the softest leathers
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I told my niggas meet them at
the crossroads
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Until then I'mma see how fast
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this Porsche go
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More money well them more foes
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But shit I ain’t scared
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of you mofos
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You funny niggas like Bernie mac
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I do something til you same
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niggas turn a rat
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God bless the child that can hold his own
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God bless the child that can hold his own
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God bless the child
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that can hold his own
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God bless the child that can
hold his own
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It’s much deeper than a rap

Verse 4
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Think it’s sweet until this beef
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Is getting clapped on
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I’ve seen sweet dreams
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turn in nightmares
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I watch street dreams
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turn to life years
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You can hear the loud screams
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When they cry tears
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Now I take my whole team and
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we fly Leers
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If it’s New York then we’re up town
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California sport when we
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touchdown
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I’m getting money, wouldn't call it fame
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It was right before she nutted
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When she called my name
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Backing out the telly, wheels in reverse
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She had the telly slippers on
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Heels in her purse
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I put her in a cab,
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you dealing with a jerk
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It's atleast a quarter mil
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when a nigga murk
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Shit they follow me like
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They must have got fed with
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the black McLaren
And yea they racial profile
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My black appearance
And I always ran the streets
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I had absent parents
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And every night we pray to the sky
In the hood where is 9 million
ways to die
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God bless the child that
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can hold his own
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God bless the child
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that can hold his own
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God bless the child that can hold
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his own
God bless the child that can hold his own