Children of the Burning Heart
[Turk]
They got this nigga named Rob, and Rob is my dog
His people doin' bad, sometimes I break him off
I got love for the nigga - 'round my way, they doin' bad
Every time we come outside, we say, "Look at they dirty ass."
He ain't worried 'bout it, he just keep his head up
And say, "One day, I'ma be straight. Y'all just watch when I come up."
Some days, my dog don't have nothin' to eat
Man, that shit is cold, but sometime that's how it be
His momma on stones, daddy on hero'n
Whole household fucked up - all of them bitches
Lotto karamba The Second Sitting For The Last Supper
Another fish head in the dustbin
Another loser in the queue for the soup kitchen
Another reason for a visit
We think you'd better come down
Another nigger on the woodpile
Another honky on the dole
Another trip from off the 15th floor
The greatest story ever told
Was so wrong, so wrong
'Cos you promised milk and honey
With an everlasting life
And we listened with our ears closed
And a blindness in our eyes
But we heard them as they nailed you
And we saw you crucified
The second coming of the Holy Ghost
We need a pocketful of miracles
Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet
We kept his seat warm and the table set
The second sitting for the Last Supper
Another Guru in the money
Another mantra in the mail
An easy way from rags to riches
God's little acre's up for sale
The time is right for ressurection
We think you'd better come down
The church don't ring with hallelujahs
You haven't been for so long
So long, so long
Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet
We kept his seat warm and the table set
The second sitting for the Last Supper