Awkword, Voli Contra, MK Asante, Jasiri X - Angels lyrics

They call me a creep, never said I'm angelic
'Cause, I live on the street
No one knows where I'm headed
Bearded, grimy, dirty, draped in old rags
I can't show you the truth
Like a man dressed in drag
I'm penumbral, a relic, amorphous enigma
A vestige praying for you, reckless
Desperate need for a respite
I get laughed at, derided, gas poured on me
Ignited if I tried I couldn't write it
God told me earth was blighted
I was handed down the mission
To save you all
I saw through divination, 6 billion
Four walls
Cross continent, mountain range and ocean
Incontinent, your boats crumbled like erosion
So I grabbed my flight goggles
Did some test runs
Floated on cement clouds, hobbled
Drinking red rum
(um) Time to pay for my mistakes
See it as a second chance
I guess it's never too late celestial MD
Then reverse through pearly gates
I closed my crusty eyes
Prayed I'd make it back safe
Woke up in the gutter, bleeding from the face
I forgot who I was
Until I felt my wings shake
Caught a glimpse of my reflection
Remembered my cause
Patched my tattered pinions
Wrapped 'em in gauze
Now I've been here 30 years
You ain't ready for the salve (damn)
I'm your fallen angel on your corner
Dissolve

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Little petite light skinned
Shorty from B-More
Stayed woke so she could see more
Wait who’s that knocking on the door
Why's the police force dressed
Liked the Marine Corps
Serving a warrant for a misdemeanor
But no fear was this miss demeanor Pro
Black rebel she wasn’t switching neither
She had a 5 year old
He wasn’t bitching either
Man they was living what they
Heard from resistance leaders
Guns for me I got a gun for
You Kodi what they come to do
They want to kill us for
Cops it's nothing new
Post it on Facebook Live and
Let the public view
Black fatigues M-16s they bout
To come and shoot
Mommy got it Kodi hide in the closest
Cops come in blasting little
Man was a prophet
Catastrophic killed the goddess and
Even shot him
My angel Korryn war is not an option (one)

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Fallen angel, balance was dangled
I came here on a black star that was spangled
Landed in Philly, city of angles
Everybody got one
Hots ones til the cops come
I am from where you are not from
Nizzaw you cannot come, wait in the car
Everyday they earth quake my faith in Allah
But my power keep growing like 48 laws
Down so long, might never get up
Out the mud, so raw, I don’t ever get stuck
Heavenly stuff, reverend of rough
How much is enough?Depends on what
You got in the trunk
Dependent on these devils cause they
Got what I want
Hell of an advance so I can get it up front
So I can get it and
Front, props for the stunt, proppin' you up
Kif the L copper-topping the blunt
This that free-lunch room table-top Hip Hop
That label less melanin hittin'
Your ear drops
The Devil disappear when your fear stop
So fear not my havenots in earshot

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Man 1: Sort of a fallen angel
Aren't you? What happened to your wings?
Man 2: I haven't earned my wings yet
That's what I'm an angel second-class