Falling from the Sky -

My inner team is keep speaking as the bottle grow empty

I’ve been seeking salvation, salivating for a penny

Only gently like a feather but I shatter when I land in

Men of contradiction inflicting heavy damage

Where’s your anger when you need it

Took it from your oppressor

You would rather fight your neighbour than build a hood that’s better

You are clever but you’ll never develop a higher hussle

Your muscle is your power but your body by the hour

Flower power, hippies killed class struggle in the 60's

Just like P Diddy did to hip hop then and in the city

Everybody wants bling like plumb is as good as gold

Forage for the fools, so you better just fold

I am told to be honest optimistic, for all of us

Switch-blade cutting tentacles off the octopus

Cussin' like I’m fucking filming porn in Los Angeles

Everybody give a damn cause everybody’s in it

And that’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The boy with the broken halo

That’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The devil won’t let me be

That’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The boy with the broken halo

That’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The devil won’t let me be

Give me a chance at the boss and I’ll give you

My thoughts on things that I’ve been through

Most folks these days put up to walls but some o’these are artificial

I work, I build, I give you

I sweat, I bleed, I sin too

I seen a road, I sang, I dance while thunder roll beneath you

I walk, and I wonder, if hunger ever ceases

If the mongers and the princes get a pieces of the fieces

We get all San Frantastic broken needles like an addict

Been sharping up my daggers for the season in the palace

For the poor man, and the worker, that are murdered on the asphalt

They don’t act, if he’s black or brown as a casket

Magic that they make is fake and fabricated

At the end of the day we become emancipated

I’m a rebel I’m a rouser with a mouth in my trousers

Justice by the muscle, the crowd keep getting louder

Better holla at your people, than keep’em educated

The music is tainted, you can taste it when the bass hits

And that’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The boy with the broken halo

That’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The devil won’t let me be

That’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The boy with the broken halo

That’s me (that's me), that’s me (that's me)

The devil won’t let me be