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