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Baby Son – John Mark McMillan

Verse 1 We thought you'd come with a crown of gold A string of pearls and a cashmere robe We thought you'd clinch an iron fist And rain like fire on the politics Chorus But without a sword, no armored guard But common born in mother's arms The government now rests upon The shoulders of this baby…

Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan
Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan

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