90s Song Title 1
"Angel of Mine"
I wake up wishing I make it to the evening
The daunting tasks
The effortless way I'm breathing
My way of speaking and thinking
Only outweighed by painless surprised therapy
I curse the heavens whenever it gets bad
I raise my voice whenever I get mad
I sag my head whenever I get sad
But the resentment I feel is three times heavy
I can't say that I'm worse off than you
But I can say that I'm better off than few
The common cold to you is the bottom line you spew
The colds that I get metamorphosize your view
The people I see daily make me pull out my follicles
Each one different each one just as comical
It's phenomenal the stories they come up with all logical
but drama filled like I dropped it in a pot of stew
Now it's just a complaint I know it sounds skewed
But this is what I see daily Can't even change my view
I don't know if I even want to...
What brings me back to reality I get home and face palm
Thinking about the day and the next
What's left?
I sit
I listen
I draw
I vision
The knife with no blade
The sun with no shade
The gun with no chamber
A masked up stranger
All white all bright
Nah black with a black hoodie
Some Jordan's and a G Shock
Put me thru downs only to come up
My eyes closed I still see him shine
...That Angel is Mine
I wake up wishing I make it to the evening
The daunting tasks
The effortless way I'm breathing
My way of speaking and thinking
Only outweighed by painless surprised therapy
I curse the heavens whenever it gets bad
I raise my voice whenever I get mad
I sag my head whenever I get sad
But the resentment I feel is three times heavy
I can't say that I'm worse off than you
But I can say that I'm better off than few
The common cold to you is the bottom line you spew
The colds that I get metamorphosize your view
The people I see daily make me pull out my follicles
Each one different each one just as comical
It's phenomenal the stories they come up with all logical
but drama filled like I dropped it in a pot of stew
Now it's just a complaint I know it sounds skewed
But this is what I see daily Can't even change my view
I don't know if I even want to...
What brings me back to reality I get home and face palm
Thinking about the day and the next
What's left?
I sit
I listen
I draw
I vision
The knife with no blade
The sun with no shade
The gun with no chamber
A masked up stranger
All white all bright
Nah black with a black hoodie
Some Jordan's and a G Shock
Put me thru downs only to come up
My eyes closed I still see him shine
...That Angel is Mine
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