I wish I had wings,for I need to fly.
Tonight the archangel sings,
seeing the dream floating by.
The gospel air hangs about,
envelopes a sleeping boy.
But I hear the Satan shout
No,no this ain't no reality
...no this isn't...a reality...
I roam around the Tampa city
with cheer in my hand,
but comes the wave mighty
blowing it up in the sand.
Floating in the clear waters,
I hear the gunshots
trembled,I ask for covers
but louder they got.
No,no this ain't no reality...
no this isn't...a reality...
With those torn wings I fly.
I reach a high tower-
genocide,suicide stay
pity goes wet under a shower.
I now see them all murdered
by the gory hands of time,
truth,blood spluttered
they rot,rest left cryin'
no,no this ain't no reality...
no this isn't...a reality...
Oh mama! lift me up
I don't wanna live nomore
coz this ain't no reality
....I think I'm sure...