| Ave Maria, I hold on to my rosary |
| We come and go like we leaves |
| As it was written, shall it be done |
| I was born in the Croix-des-Bouquets slums |
| Light a candle, it's my birthday |
| No velvet, just a dirt cake |
| Cemetery was my play pen |
| Come meet my imaginary friends |
| My daddy, he Haitian like Basquiat father |
| So every time I write, I'm painting a picture |
| Some family took a boat to get to Brooklyn |
| But they never made it, I cried me a ocean |
| I went from boys to men overnight |
| So hard to say goodbye on a flight |
| Two twins look like God pillars |
| First time seen the skyscraper |
| Tall woman with a big torch |
| Welcome to Liberty, New York |
| God city with the devil's alley |
| Keep the crucifixion 'cause the demon on me |
| Headed to the projects where we made it |
| We don't gotta walk to the well |
| Got a faucet, a toilet, a bed, and a sheet |
| Crowd around a oven just for the heat |
| Though life could be bittersweet |
| I'm Kool G with the symphony |
| Best friend standing next to me |
| Soul shift, watch him quantum leap |
| Mikhael with the angels |
| Deep sleep like he Michael |
| Never knew he was mental 'til the Joker put one in de Niro, yeah |
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| Things change, stay the same |
| Stand still as the Earth spins |
| Cold world, codeine |
| Prom queen, prom fiend |
| She leans, party girl |
| Wake up in the underworld |
| In the City of Angels |
| Demons, lovers |
| Killers, sinners |
| Tell me who you are |
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| Uh, uh |
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| Uh, Ave Maria, hold on to my rosary |
| I'm keeping it close to me, working my sorcery |
| I need love like Courtney, most importantly |
| Santa Maria, got blood on my rosary |
| But that's how it's supposed to be, birth of a culture |
| I walk out of the delivery room with blood all over me |
| I love you, Miss Cita, like Mother Theresa |
| And every time I pray, I never forget her |
| My daddy a heathen, he beat on my mama |
| So every time I see her face, I kiss it |
| They love you this evening, they hate you mañana |
| Can't nothin' come between me and money but commas |
| I don't need the drama, you don't need the violence |
| Highway to heaven, I'm calling the driver |
| I went from boys to men overnight |
| Now ask all these boys who the prototype |
| I light up some wedding cake, smoke a slice |
| Got all this wedding cake with no wife |
| Light a candle, it's my birthday |
| No party, it's a workday |
| Gotta work harder, that's the cliché |
| And there's no tomorrow, said that yesterday |
| And though life can be bittersweet |
| No company for the misery |
| I just light me an L'y and cut on Bocelli |
| Like take me straight to Sicily |
| Feeling free like a bird, no words, Kenny G |
| Never knew I was mental 'til I shot myself unaccidentally |
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| But things change, stay the same |
| Stand still as the Earth spins |
| Cold world, ice cream |
| Prom queen, prom fiend |
| She leans, party girl |
| Wake up in the underworld |
| In the City of Angels |
| Demons, lovers |
| Beginners, finishers |
| Tell me who you are |
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