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tom (emcee from australia) - will probably stumble lyrics

[verse 1]
god’s head arched to the suffering few
the [?] band marches to the mutter of boom
blow a trumpet or two
the poor man laughs like it’s something to do
son with a [?], he utters the truth under a tune just for the hoot
and wonders what his mother would mute
offer the son a smile
often another wife
crossing the other side
there is often a [?]
obviously his mother’s child
like chicka+chicka+check where you’re situated
might let a k!ller get you for extra payment
better hold your head when you hit the pavement
when a soldier’s dead, he’s next to the savior
like he crept in a cave, word
slept in the paper
every mother’s child has regrets they will face when they’re left in the daycare
pray they’re safe and don’t play with the traitors

[sample]
every mother’s child
every mother’s child
every mother’s child
every mother’s child
[verse 2]
will probably stumble every day
through hunger and belly aches
no exceptions made until [?] slumber when beds are made
of sticks or better yet a cave
a list of things that separate
waiting for the rent to fade
fate is when an ex payer’s late and then they hesitate
the pen that made the letters hate upon a permanent precipice
set a date to spit the best affairs
[?] god gave pages of clay
and i’m only painting with gray that i labeled with haste that i can slay with or pray
so say what you say, don’t keep it harsh
every mother’s child can eat with us
we feast on love and leave with bother measly rappers
every other night i shut my eyes and see it backwards
every mother’s child needs a passion to defeat the habits
go and reap the secrets of practicing
don’t delete the sequence it happens in
keep clapping when the poor man [?]s if it’s something to do
and keep hands together for the riches who have trouble to brew
always nothing to you but it’s something to me
and i’ll be happy even if we never double the [?]
you wouldn’t breathe through what my mother has seen

[sample]
it happened to me
and you
do we teach hate?
or do we teach love?
or do we teach what we have learned growing up?
where we can sit as [?]
love is the answer
and love loves me
love me

- tom emcee from australia lyrics

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