Into the Arms of Angels

(The rage of Angels) Yeah, uh huh

Been a lot of shit that I held back

But I'ma let you know now

Blackout, it's gettin' dark in here

Turn on the light, let me see what's in front of me

All of a sudden, this picture I painted just turned ugly

I'm tryin' to do good, but the devil's fuckin' wit me

'Cause I ain't ever had no beef, but now I need some fuckin' heat

It seems like every time I get it I lose it

Get it, abuse it, and what I'm left with is useless

'Cause three years in a row, I felt like the world was mine

And three years in a row, I lost it all in the blink of an eye

And I believe what I do 'll come back one day

But why am I still losin'? I can't take the pain

Am I to blame? Please excuse me for my rotten ways

I'm just tryin' to do what I gots to do so I get paid

Get down and pray to the souls from up above

And hopefully my guardian angel will show me some love

Forgive me for my sins and all the shit that I did

And hopefully she won't let it reflect onto my kid

(The rage of Angels)

They say, "One day here, it'll make sense"

That's why we get high and stay bent

Even the rose grows from the pavement

Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of Angels)

Y'all don't know what it's like bein' born with stress against you

Only feelin' in this world is the life within you

You'd have to be damn near dead to see the nights I been through

Damn near dead to feel the wind beneath you

Envisionin' so much, my minds an open window

Where I gather all these thoughts for all your broken info

If seein' is believin', then there's more to live fo'

My only reasonin' is breathin' and I live to just hope

What you know about bein' bedside next to your girl

On poison control IV's 'cause she can't stand the world?

And what you know about no heat and no electric?

I sold my MP to pay the bills, I'm so pathetic

I wake up and go to work, back aches and my shoulders hurt

And what's it worth? I'm easily checked and don't control my earth

Still walk these hollow grounds, bein' lost but never found

Say to the Lord, "I'll die for music", but there's never sound

Screamin' in vein, everything be seemin' the same

Ask my mom, "What's the problem, why am I feelin' this way?"

Ask my pop, "Can you solve it?", this game, I'm bleedin' to stay

More then willing to give it up if I can't live it up

Hand in my clutch, gun in my lap

Doin' a buck and some change, not knowin' where the fuck I'm at

I try to maintain, the pain is unstoppable

Put my son on my back and I maneuver through the obstacles

(The rage of Angels)

They say, "One day here, it'll make sense"

That's why we get high and stay bent

Even the rose grows from the pavement

Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of Angels)

They say, "One day here, it'll make sense"

That's why we get high and stay bent

Even the rose grows from the pavement

Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of Angels)

1988, pops died, middle of the night

Forty-six years old, middle of his life

My mother ain't have a job, poppy was on his grind

And we ain't got no money, so she lose her fuckin' mind

Lenny helped out, and that was real

But he had a little daughter to raise, and that's the deal

My other brother, I won't mention his fuckin' name

'Cause he ain't worthy of my bitterness or fuckin' pain

Me and my mother, all we needed was some love

And my brother, all he needed was his drugs

How could you look at us with a job, we was poor

It's your mother birthday, you don't give her a call?

You have two nephews and a beautiful niece

But they don't think of you as Uncle, they think you deceased

I'm so fuckin' mad that I got a slug for you

But Mommy raised me better, I got love for you

(The rage of Angels)

I'll see you on the street, dog, we gonna handle it

One on one, beat you down and then hug you

Tell you I love you, daddy, but now, fuck you

(The rage of Angels)

They say, "One day here, it'll make sense"

That's why we get high and stay bent

Even the rose grows from the pavement

Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of Angels)

They say, "One day here, it'll make sense"

That's why we get high and stay bent

Even the rose grows from the pavement

Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of Angels)

The rage of Angels