Gold Tears

The light come down, tears won't glow Reflect my life in, dark mundane world

Cold Sunday, no Yachty, lil boat Light my flame high, points up to sky

Tears absorb light, faces exposed Voices echo, scream my name cry

Out in pain eyes, streaming gold tears Down from the sky, Frio Domingo

Frio Domingo Frio Domingo Domingo

Swooping down like the Canada breeze Before 1983, I'm too cold for y'all to pressure

Me It's a precious thing as gold tears rain from

The cheeks Of those pursuing me, conflicted feelings

Of joy and pain as they weep at their eulogy Blessed since birth was held up to the mighty

Yahweh Living on cloud nine, better run if you see