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 f*ck 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