Killah Priest Riana lyrics
Riana
Killah Priest
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[Sample]
But I just have to come out and present what I have to offer to the world
Now you seem to me to be a man with a mission
What, what’s your mission today?
Well, I, I, I’m really not a man, you see, I’m an angel, and uh
If I was a man I couldn’t do anything because man always fails you know
He’s so limited
He doesn’t have the right to do things to make the better world
But angels are not of the same [?] as a man
As an angel I can do a lot of things [?]…
[Verse]
From the universe to balloons at birth
In the wombs we nurse
Heed tools for work
She computer clerk
Then perfume’ll lurk
Now he’s a groom in church
A child, a human earth
From the womb to the dirt
I wrote this on my pillow
Washed my face
Brushed my teeth then froze in the window
Police is a memento for the slaves that were caged or deceased under Jim Crow
I pause with a intro
Rain falls over skid row
No heroes
Only the drunk man in his gym clothes
And bullet holes
In the trash can where our kids grow
With the weirdos and the nymphos and the sickos and the bimbos
The places where pimps go
In the faces of the widows
They said give all to the Lord, and it’ll come back to you tenfold
Place Adam in a deep sleep and made the woman from his rib bone
Now every Sunday she’s in church while he runs to the end zone
The science we been knowing
We left ourself a memo
Jeremiah revealed the skin tone
From the Igbos to the so-called negroes
Coarse hair with the big nose
Not the Borgia with the pic shown that split Rome
But this flown over fire and the brimstone
Black messiah uninspired with the info
‘cause life is like a jigsaw
Tryna fix my mixed flaws
My phone a thousand missed calls
Having alcohol withdrawals
Tryna dodge the pitfalls and the brick walls
What do we exist for?
Society treated my heart like a kickball
Some glitter from Michael Jackson
His casket was hurtful
And when they cremated Prince, I bet his ashes was purple
I’m gone
[Sample]
But I just have to come out and present what I have to offer to the world
Now you seem to me to be a man with a mission
What, what’s your mission today?
Well, I, I, I’m really not a man, you see, I’m an angel, and uh
If I was a man I couldn’t do anything because man always fails you know
He’s so limited
He doesn’t have the right to do things to make the better world
But angels are not of the same [?] as a man
As an angel I can do a lot of things [?]…
[Verse]
From the universe to balloons at birth
In the wombs we nurse
Heed tools for work
She computer clerk
Then perfume’ll lurk
Now he’s a groom in church
A child, a human earth
From the womb to the dirt
I wrote this on my pillow
Washed my face
Brushed my teeth then froze in the window
Police is a memento for the slaves that were caged or deceased under Jim Crow
I pause with a intro
Rain falls over skid row
No heroes
Only the drunk man in his gym clothes
And bullet holes
In the trash can where our kids grow
With the weirdos and the nymphos and the sickos and the bimbos
The places where pimps go
In the faces of the widows
They said give all to the Lord, and it’ll come back to you tenfold
Place Adam in a deep sleep and made the woman from his rib bone
Now every Sunday she’s in church while he runs to the end zone
The science we been knowing
We left ourself a memo
Jeremiah revealed the skin tone
From the Igbos to the so-called negroes
Coarse hair with the big nose
Not the Borgia with the pic shown that split Rome
But this flown over fire and the brimstone
Black messiah uninspired with the info
‘cause life is like a jigsaw
Tryna fix my mixed flaws
My phone a thousand missed calls
Having alcohol withdrawals
Tryna dodge the pitfalls and the brick walls
What do we exist for?
Society treated my heart like a kickball
Some glitter from Michael Jackson
His casket was hurtful
And when they cremated Prince, I bet his ashes was purple
I’m gone
[Sample]
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