Angel - Moccasin Creek

We don’t see the same pictures y’all

We don’t use the same brush

And I probably quote the scripture wrong

Probably lose your trust

And now I’m writing all these feeling songs

Man I ought to hush

But see the 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

Yet the last big lie nearly sunk my ship

The past flew by like a high school trip

With .45 on my side I wanna cock this

Clearly 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

'Cause I’m falling quick, I lost my grip

See I paint with emotions though my canvas is broke

So I light it on fire now, disappear in the smoke

Send me an angel, let me 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

Your heart strings, he’ll tap then he’ll pull it

I’ve been waiting on this dude to bite the bullet

Truth is maybe Jeff’s been embarrassed

He grew up with some real good parents

Started rappin' and the world just stared

Then he bought a thoroughbred and stuck him right in front the carriage

Oh lawd, he’s at it again

Another song about having no friends

Right or wrong yep you battling him

But he don’t right wrongs he’s battered within

So 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

And what’s left to gain

See I paint with emotions though my canvas is broke

So I light it on fire now, disappear in the smoke

Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings

Send me an angel, break these shackles and chains

See yea I used to hang with the country kids

The next day I would hang in the streets for kicks

Then I’d chill with the misfits Thursday nights

And fast forward to Friday playing under the lights

I’d even used to hang down at the country club

Church crew on Sunday spreading the love

Never knew exactly who I was or what I loved

So I turned to drugs

Do you know what it’s like?

To pour your heart out, to pull your cord real tight

Do you know what that’s like?

Every time you turn around you gotta pleases a new crowd

Do you know what it’s like?

Now I’m a culture vulture

Nah, I’m just a broken sculptor

I’m way too slow, way too fat, way too bold

Way too whack, and way too old

But I still do me like my momma told

Still seek peace, it calms the soul

So drop your comments, I don’t care

Talk your trash, laugh or grit, grin and bear

I am here and you are there

And he is him and they are there, so

Send me an angel, let me borrow her wings

Please send me an angel, break these shackles and chains

Send me an angel

Send me an angel, please, break these shackles and chains