me My head feels weak and suddenly it is clear to see It is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity As I hide behind these books I read, while
just created the Universe. He and His Original Angels celebrate the Lord's great acheivement (Glory Train). Lucifer, the Lord's favorite, and the best looking angel
so friendly to me Can't wait 'till Kim sees me Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what? My mouth isn't working? You read
on his chest with one foot Made it home, later that same day Started reading a comic and suddenly everything became gray I couldn't even see what I was tryin' to read
art thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New
, woo, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo, woo Bobby Valentino When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels callin? us We
You wouldn't read the letter that I wrote you You told me not to call you on the phone But there's something that I just got to tell you So I wrote it
tell you he's doin well Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue But I ain't got to tell you, you lookin over us Our little angel, but
gallows You feel the cold of the stone below your feet now your sorrow is complete Have your last meal water and bread as the last rites are read A
the back Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories Felt like an angel had
in the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel
four months of gloom 2 more months before their doom They try to consume a child inside my mothers womb She withstand the hurricanes and twisters reading
death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking down
pane Staring hopeless at the gentle rain When the messenger returns telling her That her child was slain She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good book read
both palms And I'm squirmin' 'cause the sore of my wounds are burnin' Tossed from the wombs of virgins I seen it all, medical room of surgeons Read it
picture my moment Filling scriptures with my niggaz I pour the liquor on my own, trick! Bullshit, until the apocalypse hit Laughin with the angels, just
tough it is *gunshot* [Killah Priest] My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares cold At the pastor, as he picks up the robe He reads a chapter
it's so hard to believe it But God, I know you have your reasons They said, "He's busy hold the line, please" Call me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind read