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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 I’d think too hard, my nose start bleeding I blamed it on God Cause I didn’t 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 That’s the source of my fears and most of my tears I’m 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 an
