Ángeles ain’t around here at night so all we got is the devils in our sight

Up all night fighting my demons.

People keep telling me I’m an angel and I don’t deserve the life I’m living, but the truth is nobody knows about my demons.

People keep saying they want to see me again.

knocking on Heavens gates but nobody opens ig I’ve been denied so I stay hopeless,

sent down to hell but no one seems to be there, Heaven won’t take me in and hell is afraid I’ll take over.

Feeling all alone nobody to make me feel at home,

nobody to express what Im going through I’d rather let that s*** eat me up inside before I express myself,

cuz honestly people be playing too much one second they down but the next they not,

they switch up really quick and I’ve never had a ride or die cuz as soon as we ride they get off at the next stop.

But enough about these fake ass people and focus on why i got denied at the only two places I thought I would at least get a reply.

Double cup is the Antidote to calm me down with codeine and a blunt just trust me now.

The voices in my head won’t leave me alone telling me what if my punishment is being alone stuck inside a cold dark room of painful solitude is where I will remain.

the silence speaks, it tells me all I need to hear, it confirms my beliefs and promises I have to fear.

It all started in the 6 grade when my teacher said I had no purpose started to think why am I in school when he told me that I was worthless.

A Hopeless “juvenile delinquent” was what I was label barely in 6 grade and already categorized as a gangbanger.

Thrown out my household with no street experience, believing that nothing was worth ever achieving.

Losing my faith, my friends fading away.

Walking home from school feeling hopeless hearing people say that this plant would help me cope s***

saw no other way so I decided to inhale until all my feelings were no longer there.

Started to hang around street crews and became what they had said I would A juvenile delinquent was what I had turned into.

Started freshman year ditching class just to get some cash to help out at home,

my mother worked two jobs just so we weren’t broke,

too young to understand the real reason why my pops bolted ig he wasn’t proud of me.

tbh I wouldn’t be too proud about my past either, but i did what I did, the things I did made me who I’m today and bc i don’t regret where I stand i don’t regret my experiences

even the time my mom shook her head in disappointment she knew my reasons so she had to hold it.

Cuz when the rent due who the f*** gonna help.

Even though I’m not too sure he exist I just pray the lord to forgive me for my sins.

There’s not test that will determine my future all I ask for is success and team that will help me keep moving.