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 Iâd think too hard, my nose start bleeding
I blamed it on God
Cause I didnât 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
Thatâs the source of my fears and most of my tears
Iâm 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 and lower Self, gotta balance em
Everything shifting now, makes it more challenging
Itâs all part of our evolution
Order from the chaos, peaceful solutions
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