Intro / Harlem’s Adopted Children (Side B)

[Ouija]
Although my eyes closed
My mind won't I sleep for not
My life it cyclones the ghettos my Camelot
There comes a time when your bones slip through ground and you're empty - woah
Front if you want but the day it will come ooh yeah
Jump from your fresh at the gate to the realm of forgiveness
Ooh
One with the toof where the shadows are bright at the gates yes
Those who rain down with the set exempt from enchantment
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