| Song | Little Child Runnin' Wild |
| Artist | Curtis Mayfield |
| Album | Superfly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| Little child | |
| Runnin' wild | |
| Watch a while | |
| You see he never smiles | |
| Broken home | |
| Father gone | |
| Mama tired | |
| So he's all alone | |
| Kind of sad | |
| Kind of mad | |
| Ghetto child | |
| Thinkin' he's been had | |
| In the back of his mind he's sayin' | |
| Didn't have to be here | |
| You didn't have to love for me | |
| While I was just a nothin' child | |
| Why couldn't they just let me be | |
| Let me be, let me be, let me be | |
| One room shack | |
| On the alley-back | |
| Control, I'm told | |
| From across the track | |
| Where is the mayor | |
| Who'll make all things fair | |
| He lives outside | |
| Our polluted air | |
| And I didn't have to be here | |
| You didn't have to love for me | |
| While I was just a nothin' child | |
| Why couldn't they just let me be | |
| Let me be, let me be, let me be | |
| I got a jones | |
| Runnin' through ma' bones | |
| I'm sorry son | |
| All your money's gone | |
| Painful rip | |
| In my upper hip | |
| I guess it's time | |
| To take another trip | |
| Don't care what nobody say | |
| I got to take the pain away | |
| It's getting worser day by day | |
| And all my life has been this way | |
| Can't reason with the pusherman | |
| Finance is all that he understands | |
| 'You junkie, mama cries, you know' | |
| Would rip her, but I love her so | |
| Love her so, now.... |
| zuo ci : | |
| Little child | |
| Runnin' wild | |
| Watch a while | |
| You see he never smiles | |
| Broken home | |
| Father gone | |
| Mama tired | |
| So he' s all alone | |
| Kind of sad | |
| Kind of mad | |
| Ghetto child | |
| Thinkin' he' s been had | |
| In the back of his mind he' s sayin' | |
| Didn' t have to be here | |
| You didn' t have to love for me | |
| While I was just a nothin' child | |
| Why couldn' t they just let me be | |
| Let me be, let me be, let me be | |
| One room shack | |
| On the alleyback | |
| Control, I' m told | |
| From across the track | |
| Where is the mayor | |
| Who' ll make all things fair | |
| He lives outside | |
| Our polluted air | |
| And I didn' t have to be here | |
| You didn' t have to love for me | |
| While I was just a nothin' child | |
| Why couldn' t they just let me be | |
| Let me be, let me be, let me be | |
| I got a jones | |
| Runnin' through ma' bones | |
| I' m sorry son | |
| All your money' s gone | |
| Painful rip | |
| In my upper hip | |
| I guess it' s time | |
| To take another trip | |
| Don' t care what nobody say | |
| I got to take the pain away | |
| It' s getting worser day by day | |
| And all my life has been this way | |
| Can' t reason with the pusherman | |
| Finance is all that he understands | |
| ' You junkie, mama cries, you know' | |
| Would rip her, but I love her so | |
| Love her so, now.... |
| zuò cí : | |
| Little child | |
| Runnin' wild | |
| Watch a while | |
| You see he never smiles | |
| Broken home | |
| Father gone | |
| Mama tired | |
| So he' s all alone | |
| Kind of sad | |
| Kind of mad | |
| Ghetto child | |
| Thinkin' he' s been had | |
| In the back of his mind he' s sayin' | |
| Didn' t have to be here | |
| You didn' t have to love for me | |
| While I was just a nothin' child | |
| Why couldn' t they just let me be | |
| Let me be, let me be, let me be | |
| One room shack | |
| On the alleyback | |
| Control, I' m told | |
| From across the track | |
| Where is the mayor | |
| Who' ll make all things fair | |
| He lives outside | |
| Our polluted air | |
| And I didn' t have to be here | |
| You didn' t have to love for me | |
| While I was just a nothin' child | |
| Why couldn' t they just let me be | |
| Let me be, let me be, let me be | |
| I got a jones | |
| Runnin' through ma' bones | |
| I' m sorry son | |
| All your money' s gone | |
| Painful rip | |
| In my upper hip | |
| I guess it' s time | |
| To take another trip | |
| Don' t care what nobody say | |
| I got to take the pain away | |
| It' s getting worser day by day | |
| And all my life has been this way | |
| Can' t reason with the pusherman | |
| Finance is all that he understands | |
| ' You junkie, mama cries, you know' | |
| Would rip her, but I love her so | |
| Love her so, now.... |