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Afro Angel

Will Smith

Willennium

1999

Omar or Phil, bring you to me 

And then me, hypnotized by the devil as well 

Hold out my hand as an invitation into my hotel 

No need to RSVP,

Start the catharsis
Two types of cartridge
Strewn across the carpet
One for, strictly martyring the carcass
One records the carnage
Satan shaking

Leave you hanging by the neck with your organs spilling out
Outside their front porch till your momma blacks out!
Weeping at the carnage that I did to her

against each other
Turns the planet cold
Indoctrination
Rips mind and soul
War and carnage
Sick parade on TV screen 
Insane day and age
Fed on soylent green

So here I stand by the same black corridor
Where the same flames still move back and forth around me
He asked:
"Son, do you think that's what

a garnet I've been growing through this carnage 
Keeping calm like Nostradamus timeless future
Feel it parted out the ocean I'm not Moses 
But who knows my

Lately i been sleeping better
Demon weather
Killed a mocking bird just to keep its feather
Wings i keep
On my back they seem to seep
In my blood

In a leaf, in a bowl so
Get away if you can
Baby I'm a lost soul
Don't know what I wanna say
Writers block is holdin me
Cuddled in the arms of monotony

and broken pick your life back up by layin' it down
I'm shooting my shot like Maderna
I'm a lover til I hop on a beat and I murder
I got discernment
I see

you see?
Trying to breathe look at your fate yeah
It's coming back around

The things we do preaching to the choir
Tryin' to break your noose
But you

her soul
Keep your hands on the steering wheel!
One at nine the other at three
Won't ever find another like she
I call it thief because she took it
Put

for
Years and don't expect parole
But told me to bar you to
Death so God bless ya soul bars!

I can't believe he got the nerve
To bring up the face off

a way to bring out the best in me baby
Bring out the best in me
2 years flew by
I went missing like a phantom
But I still think we make a good tandem

back to me
Gone buss it open
Then slow it down for me
You say you got a nigga
Girl why you all up on me
Keep pushing up on me
Lil bad mami can you
Bring

I'll bring forth order, justice and restore
My reign, which is mine by right one day
And slay all who stand in my way

I was to face The Unknown
So I

all my soul
I gotta bring it
All my soul
Yeah
At times when things look bad
I look up and think about my dad
And I would bring in all my soul
I gotta

sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
Exhale chemtrails
Strangle you with your own entrails
14th day

the way like a light in the dark
Loophole through the tombstone
They don't know
Walk by faith with a blindfold
God knows souls on parole
See the broken made

giving in, scared of whats tomorrow
What is it, how you feel, should I say hello
Can't even talk got my soul on mellow
Got me so high made me think I was

my soul
I'm out of breath and it seems like the world is turning black
Gotta dig for my soul, then reach it and bring it back
Gotta share what it's

back again to the bottom of the well, but now he was so light he could escape by fluctuating. Then, right on the first try with a single jump, he fled

commandment
That was intended to bring life
Actually brought death
For sin ceasing the opportunity
Afforded by the commandment deceived me
And through

put on a funky track. And bring those good times, let’s bring those good times back.

“Bring Those Good Times Back” Written by Troy Harrington and Brian

Workingman's Blues #2

Bob Dylan

Modern Times

2006

Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Well, I'm sailin'