Bless The Child Instrumental chords and lyrics - SOULCHEF

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Am]Lookin' out the studio window
Glaze over [G]Swayze,
see the grey clouds [F]hover
[Am]Think about my teenage years
Lookin' up to my older [G]brother
Surfin' through the eyes
of [F]a youngster,
blood told me the re[Am]gret
Havin' the villa tatted under the set
All [G]the body folks are wrapped to the [F]death
I almost [Am]did it,
now I'm laxed out of this chair
Just twirlin' on my pivot,
kinda [G]sickin' by my original [F]im age
Now [Am]I see her told me
that the world is yours,
didn't believe him
Cause [G]I always felt the
shadows of [F]death
behind me were creepin'
I'm [Am]spittin' rhythm on the dirt floor
How did Kalida write [G]in an entire album
and [F]New Zealand's astounded?
[Am]So grind harder, no cash in my pocket,
found [G]father
Threw a lot of altercation[F]s,
brought in [Am]my options
Except for miscalculations,
calculated my steps
Ain't got [G]much,
but I know that I'm [Am]blessed
and that's the realness the child,
forced to stand on his own
Pro[G]duct of a broken home
[F]And God bless [Am]the man
trying to put five more children to own
Even [G]if he out here living wrong
[F]God bless [Am]the child,
forced to stand on his own
Pro[G]duct of a broken home
[F]And God bless the wom[Am]an
trying to put five more children to own
Even [G]if she out here living [F]wrong
[Am]Bul lets in the sandbox,
have you all been the same -ish?
Different [G]settings, same story,
but pover[F]ty plagued [Am]the sandlot
As a child I looked up to the stars,
but pollu[G]tion made it so that
we couldn't [F]view it that far
Fresh out of [Am]jail without a car,
had a foot at the work
Lower [G]times make you question your [F]worth,
throw [Am]the towel in
Perseverance, mind over matter
like monks of Shaolin
[G]Blockade the schemes of viol[F]ence
and 40's pounding
Used to [Am]ride around in vehicles,
hit missions and licks
My mis[G]sion is that it know it all's
[F]no different to kids
And we spoke [Am]it like we
the masters of the reality biz
Actual[G]ity,
play the imbecile and [F]twist it and split
Out [Am]here on the ground,
just navigated the [G]jungles
Motivated by my family,
the [F]trenches I see they
[Am]Baptism on a Saturday morning
Sprinkle my head and real[G]ize
that regardless we all [F]blessed
[Am]God bless the child,
before sustained on his own
Pro[G]duct of a [F]broken home
And God bless [Am]the man
trying to put my boy's children to own
Even [G]if he out here living wrong
[F]God bless [Am]the child,
before sustained on his own
Pro[G]duct of a broken home
[F]And God bless the [Am]woman
trying to put my boy's children to own
Vivid [G]as she out here livin' [F]wrong

[Outro 1]
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