My angles protect me from the devils wrath,
Stuck in the game that no one understands,
Tryna get away,
Closing my eyes wish for better days,
Because this blade feel so cold,
Against my skin,
Oh God please forgive me for sins,
And the pain i bring to me and to you,
The lies they say oh baby they arent true,
I made a deal with the devil,
Now our relationships on a different level,
Should of seen it coming,
Whats done is done but i am still humming,
The same songs to the end,
My dreams and imagination,
Prefectly at peace when I fly alil bit higher.

Who Gives A ****.
If A ***** Dont Like My Style,
Ill Tell Em To Buzz Off My N-U-TZZ.

See things do come around and sometimes help me,
I said things do come around and sometimes trouble me,
You see things will come around and make sence eventully,
I said things will come around and some things still trouble me.

Drink and I feel hopeless,
Smoke and I feel the dopeness,
My words are monumental,
Need to put em down on an instrumental,
Just to lay the stencil,
Taking notes with a pencil,
People make it in life just making songs of dances,
I write about a ***** named Carson's advancements,
Took me a while,
Hardheaded ever since I was wild as a child.

My memories are full of misery,
Walkin the streets avoiding police, Tryna make it seem,
That my life is good,
But raised a **** ***** straight from the hood.

I get high because the world is so low, got one BJ and now called a ***, have to get away from the mess and stress putting my enimes to rest as they take theyre last breath.

I Hope They Understand,
That I Really Understand,
That They Dont Understand...