Guardian Angel - Tim Timebomb

Holes in the sky, holes in the street

Holes in a matter, way down your feet

Changes gonna come where you’re open mind

A sign in the day in the daily grind

Ain’t got no emperors, they got no kings

It’s just us doing our thing

Works for poet, jacks, and theives

You’re the one with no shoes on your feet

You’re my guardian angel!

You’re my guardian angel!

Truth be told: Business call

Is cold fast train on a track that’s old

Another violent nightmare recap

Split skulls and broken knee caps

West hips, I can’t explain it

This way is too big to contain it

Way too strong detained

Too hard to go and free them

You’re my guardian angel!

You’re my guardian angel!

You’re my guardian angel!

You’re my guardian angel!

You’re my guardian (Guardian!) angel!

You’re my guardian (Guardian!) angel!

You’re my guardian (Guardian!) angel!

You’re my guardian (Guardian!) angel!