Children of the Lord

Settle in sit if you from my way

If not I can show you around

Built it from the ground

Not much but it's ours

Not much but we building

God's grace for the children

Want to give them something we didn't

Have growing up talking about vision

Copied all the fads living in a shack in back of the city

Bad as a van by the Mississippi with the ghost of Chris Farley come at night to visit

That's the life of many in the city get the poor passed down with their eyes on riches

Broken dreams get given to kindred and everyone's hurt because there's no fulfillment