Angel's Cry
Yeah
Cuban Link
Fearless Wolf
I hear them howling baby
Time to wake up the nation
Oh Shit
Another body slain in the street hmmm
And we've been needing change needing peace hmmm
We dying we can't take it no further
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Know you hear them angel's crying
Never claimed to be a gangsta, but don't test me
Man these streets left me paranoid and sketchy
Plus two years ago I lost my boy Nefty
And she was pregnant when they killed my cousin Becky
In the car, they found her dead
And a single bullet to the head
Boyfriend gone too, the killer must have fled
And out of time the man I guess that's what they said
They laced my cousin's blunt, he lost his mind
A couple years later man his older brother died
The chief of police through the whole case to the side
I guess the killer had people working inside
The suicide rates man their high
Cause they overdosing for the junk in their supply
Sometimes I wonder man why we even try
Though the odds against us, we still manage to survive
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where being humble is not something you do
In front of a hundred wild dogs that belong in the zoo
Some on the hunt for the money and jewels
Others do it for the fun of it too, just cause they want to be cool
I've done viewed tongues drool from the hunger to rule
And saw them rivers run red from them guns that blew
The school of hard knocks is full of sharks, foxes, and wolves
Where tigers rat on them lions, the snakes run with the bull
Don't let em pull that 40 acres with a mule shit
To fool you while the stool pigeons and monkeys gripping their tools
Clip in the uz, thinking of despicable moves
Like pulling on that trigger until it life you out of your shoes
As the pigs stick and move, running loose as a goose
Their lamas spitting on us, when we choose to refuse
To be used and abused cause you in one of your moods
Son when you rumble in the jungle everyone becomes food
Those are the rules
Another body slain in the street hmmm
And we've been needing change needing peace hmmm
We dying we can't take it no further
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Know you hear them angel's crying
And the moon ain't even out yet
Cuban Link
Fearless Wolf
I hear them howling baby
Time to wake up the nation
Oh Shit
Another body slain in the street hmmm
And we've been needing change needing peace hmmm
We dying we can't take it no further
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Know you hear them angel's crying
Never claimed to be a gangsta, but don't test me
Man these streets left me paranoid and sketchy
Plus two years ago I lost my boy Nefty
And she was pregnant when they killed my cousin Becky
In the car, they found her dead
And a single bullet to the head
Boyfriend gone too, the killer must have fled
And out of time the man I guess that's what they said
They laced my cousin's blunt, he lost his mind
A couple years later man his older brother died
The chief of police through the whole case to the side
I guess the killer had people working inside
The suicide rates man their high
Cause they overdosing for the junk in their supply
Sometimes I wonder man why we even try
Though the odds against us, we still manage to survive
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where being humble is not something you do
In front of a hundred wild dogs that belong in the zoo
Some on the hunt for the money and jewels
Others do it for the fun of it too, just cause they want to be cool
I've done viewed tongues drool from the hunger to rule
And saw them rivers run red from them guns that blew
The school of hard knocks is full of sharks, foxes, and wolves
Where tigers rat on them lions, the snakes run with the bull
Don't let em pull that 40 acres with a mule shit
To fool you while the stool pigeons and monkeys gripping their tools
Clip in the uz, thinking of despicable moves
Like pulling on that trigger until it life you out of your shoes
As the pigs stick and move, running loose as a goose
Their lamas spitting on us, when we choose to refuse
To be used and abused cause you in one of your moods
Son when you rumble in the jungle everyone becomes food
Those are the rules
Another body slain in the street hmmm
And we've been needing change needing peace hmmm
We dying we can't take it no further
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Heard the angel's cry and they scream murder murda
Know you hear them angel's crying
And the moon ain't even out yet
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Writer(s): Felix Delgado
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