Jaysaun - Fallen Angelz lyrics

[Talking] God can you hear me? I'm talking to you. Answer me. I'm livin'. I'm livin'. Answer me. Yeah. I am living this f**ing life I have been given. I don't know what to do. Whatchu want me to do? Talk to us. I'm f**ing living, though [Verse 1: Slaine] The world don't love me, this world don't budge me My pops raised me wrong, my girl won't f** me My face is so ugly, verse too grimy I'm dirty, it's like I got a curse to remind me who I am Damn, I'm a man with a plan Hustle with the gram in hand, let the heat bust And the hammers blam, throwing stares and glares Hanging on a corner and I'm pissing in the stairs Yeah, nobody cares if you die, only where The world is too crowded and it's lonely here I can't sleep in my room, I stare at the sky Lay awake counting sheep and the moon I was born in this cold world, deep in the womb Became violent, nowadays keep a platoon And I roll with an army, my mommy never could find me She lost me in the crime with my grimys [Hook: D Quest] How could it be that I live this way? Broken wings so far from grace I'm a fallen angel How can it be that I lost my name? I love the things that bring me pain I'm insane It's driving me insane [Verse Two: Jaysaun] Dear God, tell me why have you forsaken Jaysaun? Could it be all the chances that you gave me I squandered and wasted Chasing the aroma of success that I tasted I pa**ed the street's SAT's and I aced it But the d** just frantically drove me so close To the edge of insanity I thought of putting two in my canopy I spit on everything that was handed me And chose to move dope and coke Guess where that landed me Engulfed in hell fire and brimstone Sipping cyanide and kool-aid with Jim Jones I thought, “Do I really want to be up at Def Jam?” Being manipulated like a pawn in a cheap game of chess, man Rather swallow half a handful of some mes tabs And cook a batch of amphetamines in a meth lab These are random thoughts from a madman rambling Whose brain stays scrambled like alphabets from Campbell's [Chorus] [Verse Three: Edo G] Yo I wish my pops didn't pa** when I was seven years old If there's life after d**h, is heaven this cold? I was told to get the green gold, see what the bean hold While the cops got my block in a scene patrol I watched sh** unfold, behold a pale horse Police force endure us force without no remorse I took a different course, got money from a different source Lives get lost, it's colder than the night's frost Paths criss cross and n***as get pissed off Or get tipped off, it's on at all costs Get buried full of gators like the Lacoste Haters get molotoved, hauled off, blown and tossed Like Hamas, all I see is red sauce Another hustler who's a dead boss Yeah, so Edo coming at it from a different angle It seems to happen when you dealing with them fallen angels [Hook]