Killah Priest — Riana

[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, well, 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 known 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]