Obatala

[Verse:] All dressed in white, obatala That kamikaze, that kumbaya I light that candle upon that grave Just let it burn, my soul decay In this here life we learned the ways Tie that knot, we dead and gone I’m in tomorrow, I’m never sleeping I’m always smoking, because I need it And when I say I love you, know I mean it [?] In the same chair tomorrow evening The death approaching for shouts and treasons My soul intact, my higher spirit But in the end I’ll face my demons Please believe me, please Please believe me, please believe me