To create, pa** on, pa** on What’s mine, now yours, pa** on Written in stone, no longer in sand, pa** on Pa** on, to create To grace, what’s mine, now yours, I’m gone, pa** on To create, create, pa** on, pa** on What’s mine, now yours, I’m gone, pa** on, create, create, in stone Now sand, I’m gone, pa** on To grace, pa** on, in stone, pa** on All mine for yours, pa** on To give all, give all, pa** on Next mine, now gone, pa** on To grace, pa** on To grace, pa** on Give all, give all, give all, give all to My children Ain’t got no mother Came from my temple, all, when I thought them My children I never loved them Why feel that way when their existence is my business? My children They never listen Vaped in the brain, feral vessals of my self-interest My children They are the future Good luck with the mess I left, you innovators My children Pay dividends Vomit and rage spewing forth in the drive-thru So don’t lean on me man ’cause I ain’t got nothing to give To my children My children – they’re right behind you My children – they’re gonna beat you My children – if you let them Oh, oh, my children