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

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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