Wrath

[Intro] In the darkest night They say the angels cry How they mourn from the thought That we'd live in the sky Swear I... [Verse 1: Tijon] Swear I move less, when I know where I'm headed standing Two steps self removed from the pedestal A smooth ledge, better watch where you steppin' Seen 'em slip up for a second Then you living, count your blessings Got some, new stress I'm considered losing sleep about But, I'm slept on, so that slumbers only for the slouch Got a question for my listeners, my life lines Does it cure the bullshit, when I'm on mine? I wanna see 'em scream the reals here, never left No rest for your dead only honor While we let the angels mourn, watch 'em cry Why scribe psalms on hollow tips and send 'em to the sky [Hook: Erica Tanner and Tijon] When these angels they cry In the dark they say the angels cry These angels cry They say the angels cry [Verse 2: Tijon] Maybe they caught me at a bad time Maybe not Maybe they witnessing the real me Let me stop Because they probably skipped the fucking track Cause it ain't pop And I ain't singing them lullaby Or serving recycled melody And that unleashed the beast in me Just let me vent You still here so I know you fuck with me I'll represent, just scream "Apache" every time I'm near Shits been getting weird Last week took a visit to the label And since then shit ain't been stable Nothing adding up Saying flow like so and so, or go dark You can hang yourself on video The kids seem to love it I'll keep me, here's my dick you can suck it [Hook] [Verse 3: Tijon] One wish, just have your own thoughts If it's against me then really hate me to the core, wish death Let me know I ain't wasting my breath And if you love me Swear you'll love me 'till my soul rests, I'm losing faith I need to know these people still feel Am I a martyr for a movement that they can't hear or is it less? Seamstress, thread my peerless persona While I, fearless slay the wolves and piranhas eyes Tearless in the pool of the slaughter gods Kneel less, when in ranks of the masterminded Murder connoisseur kind Poppin' 9's on news at 9 Tied your noose, cut the line Keep your head, thanks to mine [Hook]