Maria (feat. Andrea Bocelli, Wyclef Jean)

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Ave Maria, I hold on to my rosary

We come and go like we leaves

As it was written, shall it be done

I was born in the Croix-des-Bouquets slums

Light a candle, it's my birthday

No velvet, just a dirt cake

Cemetery was my play pen

Come meet my imaginary friends

My daddy, he Haitian like Basquiat father

So every time I write, I'm painting a picture

Some family took a boat to get to Brooklyn

But they never made it, I cried me a ocean

I went from boys to men overnight

So hard to say goodbye on a flight

Two twins look like God pillars

First time seen the skyscraper

Tall woman with a big torch

Welcome to Liberty, New York

God city with the devil's alley

Keep the crucifixion 'cause the demon on me

Headed to the projects where we made it

We don't gotta walk to the well

Got a faucet, a toilet, a bed, and a sheet

Crowd around a oven just for the heat

Though life could be bittersweet

I'm Kool G with the symphony

Best friend standing next to me

Soul shift, watch him quantum leap

Mikhael with the angels

Deep sleep like he Michael

Never knew he was mental 'til the Joker put one in de Niro, yeah

Things change, stay the same

Stand still as the Earth spins

Cold world, codeine

Prom queen, prom fiend

She leans, party girl

Wake up in the underworld

In the City of Angels

Demons, lovers

Killers, sinners

Tell me who you are

Uh

Uh, Ave Maria, hold on to my rosary

I'm keeping it close to me, working my sorcery

I need love like Courtney, most importantly

Santa Maria, got blood on my rosary

But that's how it's supposed to be, birth of a culture

I walk out of the delivery room with blood all over me

I love you, Miss Cita, like Mother Theresa

And every time I pray, I never forget her

My daddy a heathen, he beat on my mama

So every time I see her face, I kiss it

They love you this evening, they hate you mañana

Can't nothin' come between me and money but commas

I don't need the drama, you don't need the violence

Highway to heaven, I'm calling the driver

I went from boys to men overnight

Now ask all these boys who the prototype

I light up some wedding cake, smoke a slice

Got all this wedding cake with no wife

Light a candle, it's my birthday

No party, it's a workday

Gotta work harder, that's the cliché

And there's no tomorrow, said that yesterday

And though life can be bittersweet

No company for the misery

I just light me an L'y and cut on Bocelli

Like take me straight to Sicily

Feeling free like a bird, no words, Kenny G

Never knew I was mental 'til I shot myself unaccidentally

But things change, stay the same

Stand still as the Earth spins

Cold world, ice cream

Prom queen, prom fiend

She leans, party girl

Wake up in the underworld

In the City of Angels

Demons, lovers

Beginners, finishers

Tell me who you are