Angels

[Verse 1: 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) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] 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)