Songtexte:
The Black Angels Young Men Dead

for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim. Head for the hills, yes eyes on the camp fire glow. Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow. And outta black

we must, in beds of rust Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams while mocking angels

build the tower of babylon But you savages stake me, when I start erasin homosapiens You lookin for an angel with wings I'm 'a bring young niggas with

my drive is retarded like I'm riding doughnuts Picture me rollin' Young, handsome and focused Got that vision of pac And though my branding is Oprah Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou

knew about dignity I went down where the vultures feed I would've gone deeper but there wasn't any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men

Christine Daae! RAOUL: This is his undoing! ANDRE/FIRMIN: If you succeed you free us all - this so called "angel" has to fall! RAOUL: Angel of music

space station, Tryin to build the tower of babylon. But you sadly mistaken, when I start erasin homosapiens. You lookin for an angel with wings, I'm 'a bring young

reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business

come home from the garage, I see him climbing through the window. [Martin Harrison] Aha! [Amos Hart] With my wife Roxie lying there, sleeping like an angel