Ghetto Angels

(Album: The Backend Child - 2019)

Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recording with this lead on me
Know it sound strange but I'ma die for all my dead homies
Nobody really know how he feels
I always thought that you would be here
Why do I always question God but I never pray?
I think about you, I end up crying on my best days
Tryna convince me to get better, naw-naw-naw-naw
I'd be lying if I didn't say I really miss my dog
It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm giving up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dying love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous

Yeah, why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh-woah...
I'm protected by these ghetto angels
Oh-woah...
I'm protected by the hood gangsters

Tell me Slim, how did you die by yourself?
The paramedics sitting watching you melt
You was probably tryna catch a sale
Damn, you should've stayed in jail, yeah
This rap shit been fucking with my ego
How the fuck I couldn't save 'em? I'm neighborhood hero
Your main homie acting strange, I'm tryna know what he know
(Oh-woah...)

And it's crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred
Phone ring an hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead
I guess since we didn't take him
He went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own
Damn, I been taking drugs till I feel the effect
I really miss my dogs like some missing pets
Yeah, made it out the hood, way more than blessed
Don't say you feel my pain, it's way more than stress
Yeah, I could swipe for bodies with my credit
Yeah, Fred took 17 like JJ Redick
Yeah, my music for the streets, so fuck a Grammy
Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny

(Ooh...)