Desmond Michael - Angelic songtext (lyrics)

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who has the most potential of them all
Potential to be the one
To be the one to make me fall
Fall head first right off a cliff
Body go stiff
Feet go numb, brain go dumb
Cupid shot me and he had a gun
Now I just want to see you be happy
So be happy with me
I am you, you is I
So pay attention when I speak
Why do you constantly doubt how
Beautiful God made you?
God don’t make mistakes and he didn’t
Start with you, baby be you
Ooh

My angel, my little gift
My angel, my little gift
My angel, my little gift


My angel, my little gift

On my way to Heaven now, but baby I’ll return
Lucky like I’m seven, eight
Nine then I rebirth
March 9th was that infamous day
That I was born
Ever since then, I been the object of scorn
And I started to believe that
Maybe it was true
But God made me an angel
Hell yeah I’m an angel
I’m not perfect, nobody is meant to be
Stunntin is not a habit
You should get like me
And staying angelic is a hard thing to do
When even your own brain don’t believe in you
Who was that person who doubted me
Check the last word of that question
Most of my life I felt like
I was form another dimension
Like an alien sent to Earth for no reason
Just to exist and watch
The time change seasons
I started questioning what was my purpose
What did I do to deserve this
But it all came around full circle
Why don’t I ever feel comfortable with myself
Insecurities, I’ll hide ‘em and
Deal with ‘em myself
People ask, I lie and say I’m fine
Lying to myself
But lying leads to isolation
Now all I have is myself
Pissing my mama off, she can’t stand my face
I can’t stand it either
I keep on running in place
I never had an answer
Never looked for one anyway
Thought being in L.A, I could start fresh
But I lost the race
Can’t use my words
So I’ll write them in a verse
You can’t tell me that it’s worse
Cause I know what the the worst is
The worst is
When you feel nothing but the
Fear and the suffering
I finally gained my wings
To fly around Earth
Stopped holding myself back
Afraid to get hurt
Stuck inside a mental jail, a mental hell
But inside every burning body, I do believe
Is an Angel

Imma just let the last part of
The beat just ride out
Like a credit's roll moment, ya know
I ain’t got nothing else to say
I done ran outta raps
I’ll be back tho, still gotta end the trilogy
But that’s it for now
Ok maybe I lied

Ok every single night looking like days
I don’t ever sleep
Determined to make right, make a way
That’s the word I keep
I play a game of chess
Whilst gambling my breaths
I've spent all of my life
Just delaying my death
Ain't walking in a circle
Merely retracing my steps
Same way a bodybuilder keeps
Replaying his reps
Ain't nothing without a struggle
I'm reclaiming the stress
Proud to be your GOAT
Until the day record label execs
Hit me up, know my name as a prophet
Only speak truth
Wealthy in spirituality, I make my own stream
Of revenue, listen what they telling you
Set up the crime scene just
To ignore the residue
Welcome to
A world built on black and white squares
Rebellious glares
Think about the actions you bared
The temples aware
That I, with my hands in the air
Spoke to the devil in prayer
Sat in my chair, with this
Story of rebirth to share
Ugh