| I light my candles under Saint Anthony
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| Burning rosemary for friends and families, for those buried
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| For all humanity and soul’s heavy
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| Ride through life like an old Chevy
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| Look at the world through your rear view
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| And honk your horn till they hear you
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| So after you’re gone it’s tribute
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| For all the pain that you’ve lived through
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| Rainstorms are 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’s my tears and a tissue
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| I opened it, look how they turned to diamonds
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| Shows your reflection 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 an enigma filled with broken pictures
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| The spiritual thug could see clearer now
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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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| Light up a cigar let the aroma reach ya
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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 style of my older teachers
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| Sipping Crown as he blow his cheeba
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| Where hustlers lead up
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| The mothers and grievers receive a hug from the preacher
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| Abundances are cousins and nieces
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| And nephew, God bless you
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| Markus daily you made the heart heavy, departed too early
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| You the seen the reign of stock on that dark prairie
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| On know your ghost floats through them bars pearly
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| Comfort for Aunt Chery
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| After cremation we dreaming their faces
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| In Kingdoms that’s gated, though it seems spacious
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| It’s meditated in Heavenly places
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| All human families that destined will make it
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| God became Man so that Man becomes God
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| On the land and amongst stars
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| Reminisce when I ran with my young squad
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| Cuff his hands, caught a gun charge
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| Bullet wounds, jailed, some scarred
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| Shout outs to Love, Shop, Brood, Tommy, Rocket, Sun God
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| From Gates Ave. Niffy was a great man
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| Put his face inside a stained glass
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| Wearing crucifixes and gang flags
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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 coming 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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| 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 |