Antidote Harvy Dent Black Sam Lyrics

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!