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Angel - Moccasin Creek

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Video and Production: @Kirk Films



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We don’t see the same pictures y’all
We don’t use the same brush
Probably quote the scripture wrong
Probably lost your trust
Writing all these feeling songs
They said I ought to hush
Pain don’t leave til the mind is gone
Or til I turn to dust
Why do I feel like this? when I move my lips
The last big lie nearly sunk my ship
The past flew by like a high school trip
45 on my side bout to cock this
Trapped in myself I’m a hostage kid
It’s been Bruin like a Boston kid
I pray to god they tell a brother what’s causing this
Falling quick I think I lost my grip
I paint with emotion the canvas is broke
So I light this shit on fire n disappear in the smoke
Send me an angel lemme borrow her wings
Send me an angel,,, break these shackles and chains

There he is again rappin like a cool kid
This dude I ain’t really tryin to fool with
heart strings- he’ll tap then he’ll pull it
We been waiting on this dude to bite the bullet
Truth is maybe Jeff’s been embarrassed
Grew up with some real good parents
Started rappin and the world just stared then he bought a thorobred stuck him right n front the carriage
Oh lawd. He’s at it again. Make another song about having no friends
Right or wrong you battling him but he won’t right wrongs cause he battered within

Damn The name
damn the fame
damn the pain
damn the shame
damn the game
damn the rain
damn ya aim
damn I’m lame
What’s left to gain

I paint with emotion the canvas is broke
So I light this shit on fire n disappear inthe smoke
Send me an angel lemme borrow her wings
Send me an angel,,, break these shackles and chains

Yea I used to hang with the country kids
next day I would hang in the streets for kicks
then I’d chill with this misfits Thursday nights
Fast forward to Friday playing under the lights Id even hang at the country club
church crew on Sunday spreading the love never knew exactly who I was or what I loved I turned to drugs

Do you know what it’s like To pour your heart out
To pull the cord real tight do u know what it’s like
Every time you turn around you gotta pleases a new crowd do u know what it’s like

Now I’m a culture vulture? Nah, I’m just a broken sculptor
I’m way too slow Way to fat way to bold way too whack way too old
but I still do me like my momma told
and I still seek peace cause it calms the soul
So drop ya comments i don’t n care talk ya trash grit grin and bear I am here and you are there he is him and they are there so

I paint with emotion but my canvas is broke
So I light this shit on fire n disappear in the smoke
Send me an angel lemme borrow her wings
Send me an angel,,, break these shackles and chains
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