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Jimi & Andre (B-Side)

 

Jimi & Andre (B-Side)

(album: Rose Azura Njano - 2017)


Before trap gods trapped God in a cellophane
A string of psychedelics grew from a better plane
He came to her
She laid claim to him
They blamed the world for pain, change, and sin
Nothing was protected
Love was eclectic
Sparking a land of ladies electric
He was playing fast and loose
While she played masseuse in effort to sooth a soul so reckless
Limbs so restless
From fighting the struggle
Even a kings reign
Can be found in a puddle
With plenty of her tears mixed in as the lights grew dim
With her whole universe tuned in
The Purple Haze left behind
As a long goodbye
To a clouds short life in the sky
Eventually rain down purple
On this tiny blue marble
As a soundtrack to when doves cry
Sometimes it's a...

Beautiful world
Dirty, cruel world
Wonderful world

I heard a little black rose crooning
Musta had a bit of pruning
Mournin turned noon
And little dew drops got her swoonin
Oh Lord
Found peace in a Bethlehem manger
Oh Lord
Fell fast as a feather in a vacuum chamber
Oh Lord
She from a mean street
Many envied all her green peace
Didn't even want her in the game
Small change
From the cheap seats
Oh Lord
Watch her grow though
Made of seasonings that we don't know
A seedling with a gold glow
Reaching through the snow slow
As predators lurk in the corn rows
In a world that led her to thorn growth
Met a man better than his wardrobe
Body language speaking in hormone
Oh Lord
What to do now?
The past got her confused now
Paint over the blue
Pain is nothing new
This queen got a new crown
Oh Lord
Let's kneel and pray
Allow me put some skin on these words that we say
Oh Lord
If you up above
I'm owed a seed I can sew into love
Right

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