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Preaching gospel from the streets Outside of a hostel Where the sun goes down, doubles up as a Brothel Black Girl on a step Her hands raised to her savior Tall Man, White Coat He shines bright with elegant behaviour An Angel Outstretched palms he quotes psalms Even talks like an Angel " Thirty-Seven:Four, take delight in the lord Follow the white light It will open doors Follow me I am the wise King Solomon My wisdom is unmatched You are the great Queen Sheba Your beauty, untapped " Beautiful Dark Skin A nightly lamb She had never tasted Sin Six men stand wanting her to let them in So she glows Glitter in the nighttime Venus in the sky Her tears soft, like watercolours when they dry
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
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Preaching gospel from the streets Outside of a hostel Where the sun goes down, doubles up as a Brothel Black Girl on a step Her hands raised to her savior Tall Man, White Coat He shines bright with elegant behaviour An Angel Outstretched palms he quotes psalms Even talks like an Angel " Thirty-Seven:Four, take delight in the lord Follow the white light It will open doors Follow me I am the wise King Solomon My wisdom is unmatched You are the great Queen Sheba Your beauty, untapped " Beautiful Dark Skin A nightly lamb She had never tasted Sin Six men stand wanting her to let them in So she glows Glitter in the nighttime Venus in the sky Her tears soft, like watercolours when they dry
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
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