Maestro God Bless Da Child Lyrics

[Hook]
Hey hey
Back in the day (hey)
We used run out and play (hey)
Back in the day (hey)
Back in the day
Back in the day

[Verse 1 - Maestro]
Nobody said a thing about the kids in Iraq
Nobody said a thing about them babies being born in to tha crack
It's crazy what we spittin' on wax
But god gave us a gift, MC's we gotta do better than that
Hip hop saved me
But it's funnier to seem that it made me
It's the same thing that plagues me
It's crazy, mental slavery
We ain't going forward or backward in time
Seven ounces of brain matter
Using a fraction of the mind is blind
Behind every no good woman's a no good man
Understand; let your wis know the laws of the land
Put a palm in your hand
We should be proud of the earth
Providing, multiplying through birth
The devil is out to deny you, to divide you and it hurts
We should seize who fell victim
Angels sent from heaven
This hell stricken health system is crippling
Ayo daddy daddy runnin' with toast
Mommy dead: drug overdose
It's the kids who suffer the most
Give them a chance to say

[Hook] x 2

[Verse 2 - Maestro]
Yo
You reporters ain't tellin' the truth, nope
It's propeganda that you spreading
Understand to where you heading
Because you know you ain't tellin' the truth, nope
Just deception, misconnection, fixed elections, missed direction
Formations by the dollar
They tell you what they wanna
These parasites, huh, the sell you what they wanna
Canada be hesitating, first nation hatin'
A (?) dark side so check the reservations
Overseas gettin' ugly
It's crazy how they got it
Israeli or Islamic, the babies are the topic
What will it take to stop it?
What will it take to knock it?
Rulin' with sin, kids lose their limbs
And somebody makes some profit
Look how they phrase the scripture
Look at these racial pictures
Now (?) shady fixtures
They're breeding baby Hitler's
Worldwide peace is needed, please believe it
Let's open our eyes and hope the seeds achieve it
So they can say...

[Hook] x 2

[Verse 3]
Back in the days before the Bloods, Crips and Vice (?)
Folks and disciples, they turned us in to psychos
Slave ships, separations - killed generations
Designed us in to monsters, divided us to conquer
The Babylon to try me, racially profile me
I'm shining like a (?) that keeps his eye on me
I spit bars for the (?)
Incarcerated anemic that sit cells
Babies born paraplegic
Souls be burning forever to overturn the oppressor
Now-a-days I'm like Malcolm X returning from Mecca
Still I'm under pressure
No longer holding a grudge
Every race, colour and creed my testimony's love
Stop treatin' kids like step children, stress building
It's God speaking to you through the voice of Wes Williams
He's the one who wrote this, all i did was scribble it out
I hope the world can figure it out, so the kids can be singing aloud
They go...

[Hook]