47 Roman - Angels

Yeah, yeah
Forty
BS
Could you accept me for my pain
Would you lift me from the dirt
Would you love me at my worst
Would you help with my depression
When you the one fighting it first
Alone
In this packed room I’m alone
No soul is hitting my phone
Toxic shit all I was shown
It took some years and a summer to grow
I didn’t know
What I was taught was all wrong
I was too young for some songs
Moving along
Next song playing
Moving along
I move like I’m strong
And bred of the beat
Living this hell
I’m feeling the heat
Seven years young
Lead hit the street
Case at my feet
PTSD
Instilled into me
Had my voice touching a whisper
Steady bumping that Glitter
Telling girls that I could fit her
One bad move
Then I could miss her
I’m from the curb of that Jersey like litter
Black is on Black
Call me dinner
Start from day one
Think like a winner
Missing my angels
Born of a sinner
I never leave feeling defeated
Yoga and weed is my treatment
Crying and writing my defense
You could see through it like sequins
Treating bad women like weekends
I always feel too weak
For living at my worst
Gotta stop the beating
So we can have some words
Know that I must grow
To make my matters work
Never end up last
So you can push for first
I thought this would work
Using these songs
For aiding my hurt
I thought this would work
Using these songs
For aiding my hurt
I'm alone

Written by:
Nazir Sims

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