back then What a, nigga know now Crazy bitch Followed me to my Main thang's domain This dame, brings more pain Door chain, broke after the door rang
door Put a gag up on that hoe Slit that niggaz throat Light up the door Smoke until we choke I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc And get his neck broke
There's an angel on a ribbon Hanging from the armoire door There's a Cupid with his feet crossed On the bird cage by the door There's a baby angel drummer
Dark day program, pen to page Nothing's broken, show our age Feed the flame, tears enrage Wait till mornin', face the day Now we're toiling over Thoughts
here I think you're beautiful My door is open wide Some kind of angel come inside Come here I think you're beautiful I think you're beautiful, beautiful Some kind of angel
Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand I was my Mama's little angel, my Daddy's second chance He went end over end, the first year he went pro
Saturday rain, (brok by clouds) Millions of people are starting to crowd I am bound to you You're by my side Nowhere to hide Unknown bride Church doors
Hail the ancient rulers of Edom Drink the leavings from a broken cup Enter the land of Edom See, eleven lords they are Crowned by thistle crowns Desert
my song: "Infamous Angel, come on home, "To someone who loves you, "And knows you needed to roam. "Grab your things, a ticket's waiting, "At the bus depot: "For: 'Infamous Angel
's cooler 'n hell Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man You know his biggest dream was Me and him go party with you On the trail of torn out twisters Two angels
While you're unfolding in a stranger's hands I'll drink up and be somebody's man Angels can walk, I've seen it before They turn handles and they open doors
gives a call And to hear us talk you'd think I felt nothing at all 'Cause nothing remains that used to be yours We all have our way of closing the door
ole house stands in the cold Oh, my knees are gettin' chilly But I feel no fear or pain 'Cause I can see an angel a peekin' Through a broken window
The phone broke the silence Like the screaming of the siren and I just sat beside it took another drag on my cigarette swore I'd never smoke again and
to fly squader Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka Now where ya hoe at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima
That Stormy Whether where the Trees dont bend back Left home at 16 I aint never been back When it come to being broke i say i never been flat I punk
"The Wages Of Sin" by The Rainmakers from _Tornado_ --------------------------------------------------- I was praying last night when an angel broke