Wyclef Jean - God Bless The Child lyrics

God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own [Wyclef] Papa left me at war In the Croix-des-Bouquets slums Out in Haiti I used to hunt for my food like wolves hunt sheeps From the whole to the project Learned to slap box cause I couldn't take the disrespect Asked Mona Lisa for a date on Friday She heard I was Haitian and she said no way But God blessed the child I could have been that juvenile Yep, but that's my cousin selling crack And that's me with the black and white notebook writing raps And the words became real And I got a record deal And I went from last to first I put Haiti on the map, if you're looking for my country Google Earth God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own [Jim Jones] God bless because the streets is hard We living in a world we only see facades But check the stats, you won't believe the odds From who make it out to who see the bars Only a few make out the two seated cars I hope my crew make it out and don't see the bars When Wyclef was on tour with the Fugees I was with Boyz n the Hood, you can't pause the movie Thought I was hot sh** when I bought the coopy I was down in the tunnel when I wore the goofy I was the ice berg sh**, 400 sweater I put ten up in the bank, bet I form better It was love in the b**h way before I met her Just was spending all my chips on the softest leathers I told my n***as meet them at the crossroads Until then I'mma see how fast this Porsche go More money well them more foes But sh** I ain't scared of you mofos You funny n***as like Bernie mac I do something til you same n***as turn a rat God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own [Jim Jones] It's much deeper than a rap song Think it's sweet until this beef is getting clapped on I've seen sweet dreams turn in nightmares I watch street dreams turn to life years You can hear the loud screams when they cry tears Now I take my whole team and we fly Leers If it's New York then we're up town California sport when we touchdown I'm getting money, wouldn't call it fame It was right before she nutted when she called my name Backing out the telly, wheels in reverse She had the telly slippers on, heels in her purse I put her in a cab, you dealing with a jerk It's atleast a quarter mil when a n***a murk sh** they follow me like i'm racketeering They must have got fed with the black McLaren And yea they racial profile my black appearance And I always ran the streets, I had absent parents And every night we pray to the sky In the hood where is 9 million ways to die God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the child that can hold his own