Antidote&Harvey Dent - Black Sam lyrics

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Reading the Bible,trying to make a title

Reading sweaty feet

I hear a bomb on the streets

I had the cold case of Black Sam

Numb and his cheeks

It ain’t the Molly

But Golly wolly who’s pumping his feet

…Check the seats and baby pics

And try to sell them nit

So try to talk to him

Fuck him,this ain’t for free

...you tell an angel,listen to me

Thus all of his shirt face

Missing some teeth

I had a haircut in the ears

But he ain’t missing no beat

Music,mission complete

Pray on his soul

Got a heart of a bee

While the mind is deceased

Where you find that zombie at?

Facing streets up and down and…

When I’m just telling you

This black came to my day

…I may be fighting now

That’s how he calls the ground

When the moon shines

I find him these 2 times

…Then his lucky day came

He don’t hit the same …

Too much pressure for one man’s body to measure

Just another addict

Body bag in a stretch

Damn!