Sourze Music - City of Angels lyrics

[Verse 1] In this world lyrics are my anger Who knew that he'd get tangled In the things that left him on the side of the road Broken and mangled Bones crushed at different angles Blood rushin out gashes to his ankles Pushed over the edge and left to dangle I love the pain, I mean I really did Before that I thought that kinda beauty was a myth She was the realest girl I've ever gotten with The realest girl forgotten swift Crack c**aine laced the weed she was tokin kid Then she was different, her addiction was persistent Tried to help her but she only grew more distant Tried to show her the way the drug made her resistant The way the she used to be man, I f**ing miss it She needed that high, didn't matter if she had to f** a few guys But in the city of angels, only the true angels die The thought sends a shiver down my spine Forced to ask why? Asking God what kind of sick code he lives by Where one simple drug can corrode such a beautiful mind She was on the straight an narrow, but the other path now rides I still saw her around from time to time Looking for a change but only to get her next high [Hook] Society like an institution Brains corrupted by pollution Making the city of angels dance with the devil as a f**in conclusion Doesn't matter how many times we came back The whole world will become black From the disease we know as d**h and that is a fact As angels whisper "there's no coming back" [Verse 2] I got god on one side of my shoulder the devil on the other Contemplating sick thought's like when they gonna free my brother Soon as we catch this snitch its straight murder You going against a new yorker packing an anger disorder Cross me i'll have ya body dumped off a boat next to the closest harbor Some of my closest homie's stressing a court order Insomnia some of us developed a sleeping disorder I let off shots that explode like a mortar Some say I'm bipolar I suffer from from a mental disorder What happen to hip hop bunch of dude's who can't hop hip to the tip top Its like the realest and the fake's just switch spots Mainstream took over and them OG's flip flop and closed shop The usual truck spot next to the gift shop where we use to talk shop Nine's on deck automatic make ya head pop like a soda pop Life has been a struggle of pain since my pop's died i ain't been the same Quick temper engulfed in flame my pops is living through me now I'm carrying his name For them enemy's tempting me - take aim - Soon as you take me out the homie's playing the waiting game creep through climb in the window Frame - wait for the right moment then proclaim my fame - torture - duct tape - and thick chain Homicidal thought's got me going insane inhumane like Hussein Chronic blunts got me feeling like i'm surfing urban terrain If you could only understand the pain I broke out the cage but I'm still restrained like a ball and chain I think I'm sane, they think I'm insane I guess to be insane you must feel sane Cold heart cold felon quick to slice a jugular vein Always puffing on Mary Jane White T I can't complain a champagne stain Got me swerving in the fast lane Chest pain my liver's a trooper Me included the entire team is a shooter I get dirty like maneuver in a sewer It's more than just a rumor Pride over Everything I'm worried about my future The road keeps getting bumpier but the sh** ain't getting smoother [Hook] Society like an institution Brains corrupted by pollution Making the city of angels dance with the devil as a f**in conclusion Doesn't matter how many times we came back The whole world will become black From the disease we know as d**h and that is a fact As angels whisper "there's no coming back"