DIRECTED BY NICK BURNZ
LYRICS:
An angel is a thought of Allah
Manifested in the flesh
Do you know who you are?
Sweet as sugar cane, certified raw
Born on 2/24, Tuesday, Mardi Gras
Hardcore spit, raised on grits,
cornbread and turnip greens
Vivid, full color dreams
I used to sleep walk...
and talk
To imaginary friends, they were real not pretend
Seeing things before they happened
Deja vu, started noticing a pattern
Any time I’d think too hard, my nose start bleeding
I blamed it on God
Cause I didn’t believe in the reverend
Forced to go to church, every Saturday at 7
For Christ sake, man, Christ fake
Barely 6 years old, almost got raped
After that I aint really have much faith
It took a long time for me to feel safe
Been carrying that burden for years
That’s the source of my fears and most of my tears
I’m a fighter though, where my lighter go?
Firestarter, call me Charlie, igniter flow
Cause when I get pissed off, rockets will lift off
Heads could get clipped off
That energy is gliphoth
High an
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