Cambatta - Psylense of the Lambatta

Psylense of The Lambatta


Sunlight, moonlight
One night, mood right
New sight
Open my eyes and get the view right
New Christ
Birth

Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Carried him within her hand, married to a missing man
Buried under stricken land
Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Miracle she didn't plan
Nothing makes saints like a sinner can, innerstand

Grown man sleeping on the floor
Hear the mice squeaking by the door
I ain't really eating any more
Money spent on this bag of weed I can't afford
What's the meaning of it all?
Living in the Bronx where it's freezing in the fall
And police are on the call
Isolated from the people I adore
Family and friends I don't speak to anymore
Mama struggles she can't even get a call
Probably think that I don't need her anymore
I'm just working out my demons with the Lord
Put them deep into a song like I bleed when I record
I don't even like breathing when I'm poor
So I'm working til I'm rich enough, I can buy my freedom from the law
Or maybe I just need to be evolved
Maybe it's too deep for me to solve

Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Carried him within her hand, married to a missing man
Buried under stricken land
Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Miracle she didn't plan
Nothing makes saints like a sinner can, living innerstand

I get so preoccupied
I ain't know my uncle and my auntie died
Remember when I heard my grandmama died
Wasn't there to wipe the tears from momma's eyes
Little sister was, it had her traumatized
Should've been home on thanksgiving I apologize
The guilt that's in my spirit can't be quantified
And when I ain't have a father uncle John was mine, God I try

Thank you, I thank you
You'll still be the one that I pray to
I still feel I have to be grateful
But why do you take back your angels?
I love you I hate you
But I didn't ask to be made you
Can't I relax and be stable?
Why does this have to be painful?

Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Carried him within her hand, married to a missing man
Buried under stricken land
Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Miracle she didn't plan
Nothing makes saints like a sinner can, living innerstand

Already died I can't die no more
I'm alive and I wanna be alive some more
Already cried I can't cry no more
Feeling so high, why my eyes so low?
Try to shine and let my soul glow
It's a part of me inside even I don't know
Places in my mind even I won't go
This the encore to the final show

Written by:
CAMERON CARBONE, EDMUND ALBERT SMITH, ERIC LA MONTE JOHNSON, NICHOLAS J SINICOLA, SHANNON GIBBONS

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