Moccasin Creek - Angel

Текст песни

We don’t see the same pictures y’all
We don’t use the same brush
And I probably quote the scripture wrong
Probably lose your trust
And now I’m writing all these feeling songs
Man I ought to hush
But see the pain don’t leave til the mind is gone
Or til I turn to dust
Why do I feel like this when I move my lips
Yet the last big lie nearly sunk my ship
The past flew by like a high school trip
With .45 on my side I wanna cock this
Clearly trapped in myself I’m a hostage kid
It’s been Bruin like a Boston kid
I pray to god they tell a brother what’s causing this
'Cause I’m falling quick, I lost my grip
See I paint with emotions though my canvas is broke
So I light it on fire now, disappear in the smoke
Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings
Send me an angel, break these shackles and chains
There he is again rappin' like a cool kid
This dude I ain’t really tryin' to fool with
Your heart strings, he’ll tap then he’ll pull it
I’ve been waiting on this dude to bite the bullet
Truth is maybe Jeff’s been embarrassed
He grew up with some real good parents
Started rappin' and the world just stared
Then he bought a thoroughbred and stuck him right in front the carriage
Oh lawd, he’s at it again
Another song about having no friends
Right or wrong yep you battling him
But he don’t right wrongs he’s battered within
So damn the name, damn the fame
Damn the pain, damn the shame
Damn the game, damn the rain
Damn ya aim, damn I’m lame
And what’s left to gain
See I paint with emotions though my canvas is broke
So I light it on fire now, disappear in the smoke
Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings
Send me an angel, break these shackles and chains
See yea I used to hang with the country kids
The next day I would hang in the streets for kicks
Then I’d chill with the misfits Thursday nights
And fast forward to Friday playing under the lights
I’d even used to hang down at the country club
Church crew on Sunday spreading the love
Never knew exactly who I was or what I loved
So I turned to drugs
Do you know what it’s like?
To pour your heart out, to pull your cord real tight
Do you know what that’s like?
Every time you turn around you gotta pleases a new crowd
Do you know what it’s like?
Now I’m a culture vulture
Nah, I’m just a broken sculptor
I’m way too slow, way too fat, way too bold
Way too whack, and way too old
But I still do me like my momma told
Still seek peace, it calms the soul
So drop your comments, I don’t care
Talk your trash, laugh or grit, grin and bear
I am here and you are there
And he is him and they are there, so
Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings
Please send me an angel, break these shackles and chains
Send me an angel
Send me an angel, please, break these shackles and chains