Fallen Angel

[Reporter] And he faces the death penalty His attorneys say they can't comment on the defense before the trial Which is perhaps a year away But then they with undoubtable ask the jury to consider the boy behind the man Retarded, reclusive, and victimized Before they make their final decision for life, or for death [Man] Give him the death penalty And call me when they're ready cuz I will be there [Chorus] I'm a fallen angel, from the skies I've fallen All the sins that I've commited so that I could be balling Making feria so that my status be known All the broads in the ghetto want to take me home I'm a fallen angel, from the skies I've fallen I came out the joint and the drogas were calling Making feria so I could buy more guns Lord please forgive me for the damage I've done In a black Monte Carlo from Bristal to the Canyon Tu sabes, I got this lowride dragging All through the calles, the barrio's getting deeper Conejo rolls tough, automatic street sweeper Sound system, the motherfucker bumps Ese hit switches on hydraulic pumps You better duck, everyone spits metal Ese fire back, you get hit primero Bald head and ganga tacas all across my body Little homey, big homey get shot at the party They never had a chance, they were dead on arrival My jefa always tells me that I'm living suicidal Fuck that, I gotta get my issue Rock bottom to the top, fuck a snitch and the cops Low and slow, it gets critical Cuz vatos that wanna rob me wanna die, let's go [Chorus] Twenty inch rims on this grey GMC Got a bad ass bitch trying to get at me Cuz I told her I would fuck her at the homeboy's volo In an evil six three, homey hit that corner Keep an eye out, make sure it ain't funny Youngster on the Schwin said these vatos were coming So I grab the signal forty, my Smith and Wessum Some high powered shit for the street these days Sabor a mi is what she came for Cuz mija wanted pedo with this fucking jugador I did my jale on a stormy night On a Thursday night when I flew in from Texas I shot to the pad in a poor white glass house Got a page from some broads saying "Conejo, what's up?" I taxed the frame till I made her cum Now every single weekend wants to fuck after the club [Chorus] There ain't no grave that holds my body down So as long as I live I'll keep coming back like Jason Chasing, the motherfucking dragon Slaming, '64s and broads Everybody got his own way, I got my own Bitch ass vatos break in the panic zone I thought that I told ya that I'm a soldier Eternilty I'm locked, you get beat with a lock And it's a fierce fucking battle that you await And you can't penetrate the fucking gates Elimination, ese beyond the street Beyond the mystique of my fatal tecnique And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, put a bullet through his chest Understand me, I'm an angel that's fallen Dope dealing killers is what we're all becoming [Chorus]