Amandus - Black Letter.
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Awake at nights, anxiety-ridden.
Awake now, listening to riddims.
Scared like hell, don't know why.
Should i wake my mother yout think?
So that i can cry, have a drink.
Get rid of my fears, talk about it.
I'll stay here, allthough i feel like shit.
It's a good thing, I got friends.
They're my guide, my contact lens.
They make me think straight, see straight.
Theyre giving me some of that strength!
I'm gonna go back to bed, try to sleep.
I'll just stay awake, counting sheeps.
Still awake, 3 hours later, listening to sizzla.
still anxiety-ridden, where the fuck's my rizzla?
Sizzla, he's telling me to be strong like the lion.
But I think that i'd rather walk in to zion.
Once there, I hope for something much better.
To the higher one, this is my black letter.
Kritik?