Fallen Angelz lyrics

[Talking]

God can you hear me? I’m talking to you. Answer me. I’m livin’. I’m livin’. Answer me. Yeah. I am living this f*cking life I have been given. I don’t know what to do. Whatchu want me to do? Talk to us. I’m f*cking living, though

[Verse 1: Slaine]
The world don’t love me, this world don’t budge me
My pops raised me wrong, my girl won’t f*ck me
My face is so ugly, verse too grimy
I’m dirty, it’s like I got a curse to remind me who I am
Damn, I’m a man with a plan
Hustle with the gram in hand, let the heat bust
And the hammers blam, throwing stares and glares
Hanging on a corner and I’m p*ssing in the stairs
Yeah, nobody cares if you die, only where
The world is too crowded and it’s lonely here
I can’t sleep in my room, I stare at the sky
Lay awake counting sheep and the moon
I was born in this cold world, deep in the womb
Became violent, nowadays keep a platoon
And I roll with an army, my mommy never could find me
She lost me in the crime with my grimys

[Hook: D Quest]
How could it be that I live this way?
Broken wings so far from grace
I’m a fallen angel
How can it be that I lost my name?
I love the things that bring me pain
I’m insane
It’s driving me insane
[Verse Two: Jaysaun]
Dear God, tell me why have you forsaken Jaysaun?
Could it be all the chances that you gave me
I squandered and wasted
Chasing the aroma of success that I tasted
I passed the street’s SAT’s and I aced it
But the drugs just frantically drove me so close
To the edge of insanity
I thought of putting two in my canopy
I spit on everything that was handed me
And chose to move dope and coke
Guess where that landed me
Engulfed in hell fire and brimstone
Sipping cyanide and kool-aid with Jim Jones
I thought, “Do I really want to be up at Def Jam?”
Being manipulated like a pawn in a cheap game of chess, man
Rather swallow half a handful of some mes tabs
And cook a batch of amphetamines in a meth lab
These are random thoughts from a madman rambling
Whose brain stays scrambled like alphabets from Campbell’s

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Edo G]
Yo I wish my pops didn’t pass when I was seven years old
If there’s life after death, is heaven this cold?
I was told to get the green gold, see what the bean hold
While the cops got my block in a scene patrol
I watched sh*t unfold, behold a pale horse
Police force endure us force without no remorse
I took a different course, got money from a different source
Lives get lost, it’s colder than the night’s frost
Paths criss cross and n*ggas get p*ssed off
Or get tipped off, it’s on at all costs
Get buried full of gators like the Lacoste
Haters get molotoved, hauled off, blown and tossed
Like Hamas, all I see is red sauce
Another hustler who’s a dead boss
Yeah, so Edo coming at it from a different angle
It seems to happen when you dealing with them fallen angels
[Hook]