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Would you believe that my angels makes love to my demons
As the Hennessy blurs my thoughts leaving me sleepless with no dreams
As I dance listening to Devil play those memorizing keys
& My Lord sings those sinless notes so peacefully
For I was born a crooked system that only those who match my skin calls home
But some may call it "Ghetto" for they only know her by her proper name
See it's easy to confuse those real clouds with grey smoke of a blunt
As those crystal blue rivers never ran so cleanse from our eyes
But the false image the world covers our history with makeup
fearing the truth behind those hidden roots will find heaven one day
We Pray..
We Live
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