I look so high at this Tiffany Blue
The smell of sweet peas fills the room
I hear beautiful singing from the angels
Nothing can compare to my mother's facials

I began to walk toward the golden gates
Feeling the cotton & tasting the glory as my fate awaits
The smell so beautiful & so clarified
When I open the gates I feel justified

I walk in tasting nothing but joyfulness
As I see my mother's face being so painless
It was so easy but so shocking
Right after i started Knocking

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