Angels Sing

[Hook] [Verse One] Blaze the afghan green This black man's seen through my lazy hindsight Get your mind right, relate to the time's like So much pressure Young, black, gifted measure for measure Snakes poisoning our nectar, yet you feast from it Drink it down and participate In the evil ways the man want us to authenticate Make a trademark to slave ours You my brother I don't wanna have to blaze y'all But motherfucker this a war zone And soldiers we emulate Walk a crooked line, I wonder if we'll ever get it straight So much hate It's like life it has no value So many gone before they had a chance to figure out who Or what they could've been So many peers in my teens were left as nothing but tears Then the mother face the stream and I swear... [Hook] La la la la la Sometimes I swear I hear them angel's singing La la la la la [Verse Two] It seems it will never change Not a day's sunny I feel it will forever rain as my brain takes me back to the day when When I first met my nigga Graylin Under the rail in my apartment staircases He had the new Asics Pass the L we started battle rapping Niggas jumped him, he started packing Got shot up when we was 18 It's been three years but sometimes And I know it sounds kinda weird I swear I hear his voice in the air Beautiful like angel's singing I know he's still here And I swear... [Hook] [Verse Three] Niggas obsessed with death Grand Theft Auto infatuations When I reflect it seems I've been to more funerals than graduations And birthday party's and weddings So upsetting these life lessons Niggas keep forgetting that death It's just a blessing in disguise So I, keep that beef alive when people die in vain I try to explain to myself that the world we living is Hell No Heaven above would happen to love What happened to us Before we know we'll be nothing but dust It's hardest to reach through I try to speak to my people They think they Al Pacino and Nino, this ain't Casino You are not Robert Deniro What is it about a man of evil makes you call him a hero? Zero tolerance, my man O had a scholarship to play football But a week before he took off, his soul was shook off When them shots took off Wrong place, wrong time, now we in that long line I wonder if his spirit's resting So many questions, no answer Why does there have to be so Many people losing they life every time the breeze blow? Mothers killing they daughters Husbands killing their wives Frozen spirits turning to clouds help to fill in the skies For every life in the making there's one in the taking Murdering the population Perfect balanced equation 50/50 Life or death you choose your fate Karma exists, remember this in every move you make The streets will take you under quicker than a current The rose that grew from concrete, need light to flourish Or we'll wither away To my niggas who are no longer with us today I'm okay, I'm still here believing in hope I hope you're resting even though I know I'm still seeing your ghost