Ghetto Angels

I pour my pain in this cup and I'ma hold it, I'ma hold it
Heart done tore my scar and now it's open, now it's open
I never notice, never notice
Love will never work when you still broken, you still broken
Roll up this blunt, release my pain and emotions
We never get over what we cope with
I will be floating, will be floating
In the same spot, you let my heart drown in the ocean
Calling for my angels, calling for my angels
Calling on my, ghetto angels
I'm calling on my, ghetto angels

If I could write a letter and mail it, and say how's heaven
Knowing everything I've been through, it is a blessing
Got brothers and sisters who didn't make it to tell it
Through me, you a vessel
I'm calling on my ghetto angels
My heart be so distant when it come to strangers
If you really love me, why put me in danger
Why put me in danger
Clumsy as fuck with a nigga feelings
You was taking everything that I was giving
Too many people love with the wrong intentions
Selling me dreams with a bad incentive
For my, ghetto angels who ain't here
And I shed tears, through me you live

I pour my pain in this cup and I'ma hold it, I'ma hold it
Heart done tore my scar and now it's open, now it's open
I never notice, never notice
Love will never work when you still broken, you still broken
Roll up this blunt, release my pain and emotions
We never get over what we cope with
I will be floating, will be floating
In the same spot, you let my heart drown in the ocean
Calling for my angels, calling for my angels
Calling on my ghetto angels
I'm calling on my ghetto angels

Good moments seem to ponder
On how we wandered and laughed until tears filled the sights we seen
I call on Niesha for the joy she brings
Forever balling hard
Ten toes no matter the foes
You rose, hard body, beat some ass probably
Always on your Ps and Qs preparing for war and troubled roads
I call on Q-Tip, when in battle mode
A face you can never forget, forever was lit during the time spent
Recorded a hit in that country closet
Call on Dolla on my conscious bothered
In the name of you, my youth is something cherished
Pure soul, glowed and warm in the most chilling cold
Call on Moo when in thought of someone true and bold

Calling for my angels, calling for my angels
Calling on my ghetto angels
I'm calling on my ghetto angels
I'm calling on my ghetto angels
For my angels
Without you, without you
Nothing really matters
I'ma calling for my angels