Testi:
The Black Angels True Believers

who knows which birds Will be left for me? Hare came to me In the month of August Mary loves Sally the most Maybe Buddha is the true Son of God's kiss

who knows which birds Will be left for me? Hare came to me In the month of August Mary loves Sally the most Maybe Buddha is the true Son of God's kiss

And isn't it just like me, to mourn his passing breath, when he will never suffer any more? Beautiful his pictures, fading black and silver. And I sing of faith, but his was true

Driven aggressive high speed achiever Hate compressed amazing race Mindless scorn for the wide-eyed believers Broken and bent before their god Eternal

dream Possessed by a notion of how my life should be All you true believers You gotta move on, gotta move on, gotta move on All you true believers You

we must, in beds of rust Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams while mocking angels

dangerous And we can not let babylon continue To play games with us It's too many innocent bredren Locked down in compounds With chains and cuffs We stay true

you believe it cause I said so Did you believe it was true Did you believe it cause I said so angel I sure lied to you Did you believe it cause I said

glock, gunshots, this is my block In the tallest building And the longest, coldest nights I got something to tell y'all You won't believe me But I killed