We Straight Bebe’s Kids (COTS)

We come straight out the womb and we rule our own cribs              
We are the New Horizon generation, documenting in real time, our laws, and word up, we never wore any bibs              
Exchanging our milk donation, we got intellectually from the boob              
The healthy juices from the beginning until we were weaned, it nourished our soul              
We the authentic Princes and Princesses and we were not manifested in a laboratory test tube              
That warp-minded technology got our Pre-Natal mission all wrong              
We heard the streets talk, how a baby supposed to learn to crawl before they walk              
N’all we straight up healthy, rebellious, but we live by our own esoteric divine Psalms              
               
Having mental breakdowns from off those broken ten commandments, who made those riddles up            
Word has it, some old man on a mountain by himself because at home he couldn’t get no real love           
Breaking those stones all over you grown folk's head              
No curfews in our lingo, so don’t try and dumb us down by putting us to bed              
We the Bebe’s and we are representing the Children Of The Sun, surprisingly, you may think we don't fit that bill              
We don’t lie, cheat, murder, or steal              
And we got love for you all and mad sacred intellectual skills              
               
Our army of kids coming all in your stores, grabbing what’s yours              
Your systematic greed denied our hands, freedom, candy, toys as our ancestor's ships were docked, their feet fresh off the shores              
Man up if you want to recognize we walk our own journey, and we got our earthly cause              
And we don’t need some dude, who we do not know, wearing a sissy red suit sliding his fat ass down our chimney talking about he Santa Klaus              
Your infrared machines invading our privacy while peeping at us while we’re still in the womb              
Exposing our greatness before we get here, we be warm and swimming in our own fluid
We do not some corporations making profits off the poor, telling society with sneakers how to Just do it                
Each month, making plans, our mothership is our middle passage until we ease out into society from our sacred cocoon              
And for what, all this hater-raid on our hues, with gloom and doom                            
Take notes you wealthy moguls, your comfort zone is at stake                
We run these mean streets, anything not positive, or nailed down in our honor, we take              
Put our Hebrew spin on it and recreate, from there, it only becomes great                
We are your future Kings and Queens              
Bringing that Willy Wonka chocolate flavor, with our Gold Bars filled with inspiration, for all it may seem              
Our insignia, “we are the dream team.”              
               
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