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Black Angels The The Return

It?s 3 o?clock in the early morn? You?ve got your bedface on At the break of dawn So you light another cig, And say your prayers The thief has come, Equipped

and different beat Me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis See, that's what got me here, you hearin' me Me on my black man in the future shit

a courtroom of lies Perjures the jurors, witness despised Crooked lawyers, false Indictments publicized It's entertainment the arraignments, the subpoenas High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas Enter the Dragon, black

numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you

the night and in the day And it's your world You and me You're an angel You see only what you wish to see Where's my sweet black angel Laughing on my

I return before tables get turned It's my turn, spur of the moment They re-produce my sperm and try to clone it, stand firm Bumping The Firm, Phone Tap

train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window pane Staring hopeless at the gentle rain When the messenger returns

mind of Priest White wolves leap out the woods Bite at the hoves of all the horses Return like Christ in the hood And the month now is Black August, c

world around [Chorus] [Shyne] From hip-hop to them hot blocks It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for three days but then I'll return, more blacks