Angels - Frank Knight

Ghetto wisdom of kings who risen in them NYCHA p’s

And missing they dreams cause they seen trifer scenes

Flow in me infinite like the energy of Jah Allah

The grind getting hard, still no hustlers R N R

Bottle pain like elixir, only chase dreams

Never chase henny, see I sip with straight ease

I’m gracefully tipsy, love I stumble with poise

I don’t run with the boys, kids rumble with toys

No action figures, packing niggers who gun you with coy

Un humble with noise, gully slump you and ya boy

Pack skullies and black toolies my niggers spaz cruelly

Bugged like the bunny we been made to act looney

Young god indeed off his deen he don’t act sunni

We grab rubies, smash groupies loose like bad doobies

Been reminiscing way before my zen went missing

Before sin begin winning and my kin hit prison

(Break)

My weight was looking light, while my burdens was heavy

This my community where pain pierce with no trace of Chevy

I woke up waving the finger right next to the index

I ain’t flexing I’m reflexing at the world I been vex

Itching to blow I’m the rash ridden Semtex

My fam live in sickness like our haven been incest

My back against the wall offended never defenseless

I wonder how I’ll sin next, after getting sent threats

Sitting on the train, trying to maintain sanity

Epiphany city, no longer asking how can it be

Now accepting this life and the world for what is

A sick bottomless pit, cunt piss, dumb abyss

With a little hint of bliss, but still thun that ain’t enough

This cunt abyss I’m stuck in is where I was raised up

This terrible sick place slowed my progressions

They robbed my exorcisms and stole my possessions

This that broke ghetto system that grow in recessions

Stressing constantly cause here they home my depressions

It make me want to go off and put a block to rest

Y’all cursed when I spas like I got turrets

(Break)