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I light my candles under Saint Anthony |
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Burning rosemary for friends and family for those buried |
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For all humanity and soul's heavy |
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Ride thru life like an old Chevy |
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Like at the world thru your rearview |
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And honk your horn till they hear you |
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So after you're gone its tribute |
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For all the pain that you've lived through |
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Rainstorms and now clear blue |
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A King's gone on your mural wings form in the spiritual |
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The ritual for those we long here is my tears and the tissue |
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I opened it, look how they turned to diamonds |
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Showed you reflections 'cause you're still shining |
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The worldly body had to do some dying |
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Transformation, so I leave this here with the plants of fragrance |
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Before you roam the land of the ancient |
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My mind's the enigma filled wit broken pictures |
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The spiritual thug could see clearer now |
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(Hook) |
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So, just listen to me, just listen to me |
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Just listen to me, just listen to me |
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[Killah Priest] |
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Light up a cigar let the aroma reach up |
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It's like the smile on the Mona Lisa |
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Holding a child that rose on Easter |
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Like a cloud passing over Giza |
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Peep the styles of my older teachers |
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Through a cloud when he blow his cheeba |
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His weed storm passes on then it rains down on my peoples |
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I see Sean Bond walking through walls |
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I see Mark Spark flowing through halls |
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Tommy Rock comig through floors |
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Plus continue grieving my heart |
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When I speak in the dark, I weep in the park |
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The spirit departs of Mark |
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Lyrical sharp as shark |
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From the roots to the trunk to the bark |
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This is my art; this is my Ark of Noah, Joana |
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Farewell I sail from the Narc's which is the holy body |
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Stained Glass paragraph, preparation of the gospel of peace |
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Apostle or Beast, colossal on streets |
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Starring at the walls till the walls become a door |
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The Door opened, before me was a great ocean |
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And a throne with my two sides, my Omens and my chosen, fantasize |
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I let it fly from hell or rise |
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Mesmerized by the enterprise starship, mega-size |
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God lifts then our hypnotised projects flipped its scribes |
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I start climbing out this hell-hole as the souls go |
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[Killah Priest] |
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There's no eyeing like understanding |
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There's no blindness like ignorance |
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Better then a young man's knowledge is the old man's experience |
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There's no evil to sickness, nothing so dreaded as death |
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What's the heal for forgiveness? |
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Pride before fall, look inside myself and did some cleansing |
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Drop my defenses, begin the rinsing |
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Tonight a lion sleeps in the heart of every brave man |
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Like a cave in the African lands |
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The Immaculate stand to inhabit what's grand |
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Above is the black poison clouds |
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You only got one life so enjoy it now |
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And cherish the day before you perish away |
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We all inherit the grave; these are the letters that say: |
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Together we pray, Heaven's amaze |
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Shed tears in my silver Offering bowl |
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Incense burn Patchouli smoke for the lost souls |
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At the fork in the road |
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