Angel Cry
I sit and look and the sky
Kai reminisce and I cry
Watching time pass
Man I'm barely Gettin by
Fighting depression
The streets got me I'm stressin
I should've known better
I was taught by oppression
Learned a new lesson
Without you I'm guessin
Ain't no real love
Pray to God for a blessin
Praying for love
Cuz all I need is a hug
Was feelin down and out
Like the dirtiest rug
Kickin me down
Face down to the ground
Can't even blow the pack
So I gotta move pounds
They threw me in jail
Caged into my cell
Undertaker Edge
This was hell in a cell
I was flippin them bricks
Touched that money so quick
Then I lost it all
I was sittin there sick
Yea, Really wasn't trippin
I was down on my dick
Man I had to find a way
Man I gotta get rich
Thinkin bout grams
And really all of my fam
Really wasn't trippin
I got caught in that jam
had to make sum shake
I can't even get baked
Thinking to myself
Watch these niggas they fake
Man Get back on yo feet
You gotta make ends meet
Maw maw can't even call
To make sure I eat
You a grown ass man
So Don't get stuck in that can
Watching niggas dip
When that shit hit the fan
They say they ya boys
But they ain't making no noise
I Play em from a distance
Artificial like toys
I'm missing your smile
I miss you saying you proud
Cus lately it's been storming
It's a really dark cloud
They been writing me off
They be thinking I'm out
Yea I'm comeback kid
This what life all about
My head up ain't no doubt
Ain't no reason to pout
We talking bout the real
I ain't rappin for clout
Kai reminisce and I cry
Watching time pass
Man I'm barely Gettin by
Fighting depression
The streets got me I'm stressin
I should've known better
I was taught by oppression
Learned a new lesson
Without you I'm guessin
Ain't no real love
Pray to God for a blessin
Praying for love
Cuz all I need is a hug
Was feelin down and out
Like the dirtiest rug
Kickin me down
Face down to the ground
Can't even blow the pack
So I gotta move pounds
They threw me in jail
Caged into my cell
Undertaker Edge
This was hell in a cell
I was flippin them bricks
Touched that money so quick
Then I lost it all
I was sittin there sick
Yea, Really wasn't trippin
I was down on my dick
Man I had to find a way
Man I gotta get rich
Thinkin bout grams
And really all of my fam
Really wasn't trippin
I got caught in that jam
had to make sum shake
I can't even get baked
Thinking to myself
Watch these niggas they fake
Man Get back on yo feet
You gotta make ends meet
Maw maw can't even call
To make sure I eat
You a grown ass man
So Don't get stuck in that can
Watching niggas dip
When that shit hit the fan
They say they ya boys
But they ain't making no noise
I Play em from a distance
Artificial like toys
I'm missing your smile
I miss you saying you proud
Cus lately it's been storming
It's a really dark cloud
They been writing me off
They be thinking I'm out
Yea I'm comeback kid
This what life all about
My head up ain't no doubt
Ain't no reason to pout
We talking bout the real
I ain't rappin for clout
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Writer(s): Kairell Sandifer
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