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letra de fallen angelz - special teamz

[talking]

god can you hear me? i’m talking to you. answer me. i’m livin’. i’m livin’. answer me. yeah. i am living this f-cking life i have been given. i don’t know what to do. whatchu want me to do? talk to us. i’m f-cking living, though

[verse 1: slaine]
the world don’t love me, this world don’t budge me
my pops raised me wrong, my girl won’t f-ck me
my face is so ugly, verse too grimy
i’m dirty, it’s like i got a curse to remind me who i am
d-mn, i’m a man with a plan
hustle with the gram in hand, let the heat bust
and the hammers blam, throwing stares and glares
hanging on a corner and i’m p-ssing in the stairs
yeah, n0body cares if you die, only where
the world is too crowded and it’s lonely here
i can’t sleep in my room, i stare at the sky
lay awake counting sheep and the moon
i was born in this cold world, deep in the womb
became violent, nowadays keep a platoon
and i roll with an army, my mommy never could find me
she lost me in the crime with my grimys

[hook: d quest]
how could it be that i live this way?
broken wings so far from grace
i’m a fallen angel
how can it be that i lost my name?
i love the things that bring me pain
i’m insane
it’s driving me insane

[verse two: jaysaun]
dear god, tell me why have you forsaken jaysaun?
could it be all the chances that you gave me
i squandered and wasted
chasing the aroma of success that i tasted
i p-ssed the street’s sat’s and i aced it
but the drugs just frantically drove me so close
to the edge of insanity
i thought of putting two in my canopy
i spit on everything that was handed me
and chose to move dope and c0ke
guess where that landed me
engulfed in h-ll fire and brimstone
sipping cyanide and kool-aid with jim jones
i thought, “do i really want to be up at def jam?”
being manipulated like a p-wn in a cheap game of chess, man
rather swallow half a handful of some mes tabs
and cook a batch of amphetamines in a meth lab
these are random thoughts from a madman rambling
whose brain stays scrambled like alphabets from campbell’s

[chorus]

[verse three: edo g]
yo i wish my pops didn’t p-ss when i was seven years old
if there’s life after death, is heaven this cold?
i was told to get the green gold, see what the bean hold
while the cops got my block in a scene patrol
i watched sh-t unfold, behold a pale horse
police force endure us force without no remorse
i took a different course, got money from a different source
lives get lost, it’s colder than the night’s frost
paths criss cross and n-ggas get p-ssed off
or get tipped off, it’s on at all costs
get buried full of gators like the lacoste
haters get molotoved, hauled off, blown and tossed
like hamas, all i see is red sauce
another hustler who’s a dead boss
yeah, so edo coming at it from a different angle
it seems to happen when you dealing with them fallen angels

[hook]

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