To create, pass on, pass on 
 What's mine, now yours, pass on 
 Written in stone, no longer in sand, pass on 
 Pass on, to create 
 To grace, what's mine, now yours, I'm gone, pass on 
 To create, create, pass on, pass on 
 What's mine, now yours, I'm gone, pass on, create, create, in stone 
 Not sand, pass on, I'm gone 
 To grace, pass on, in stone, pass on 
 All mine for yours, pass on 
 To give all, give all, pass on 
 Next mine, now gone, pass on 
 To grace, pass on 
 To grace, pass on 
 Give all, give all, give all, give all to 
    My children 
 Ain't got no mother 
 Came from my temple, all, when I thought them   
 My children 
 I never loved them 
 Why feel that way when their existence is my business?   
 My children 
 They never listen 
 Vaped in the brain, feral vessals of my self-interest   
 My children 
 They are the future 
 Good luck with the mess I left, you innovators   
 My children 
 Pay dividends 
 Vomit and rage spewing forth in the drive-thru   
 So don't lean on me man 
 'Cause I ain't got nothing to give 
 To my children   
 My children, they're right behind you 
 My children, they're gonna beat you 
 My children, if you let them 
 Oh, oh, my children