The Game

The Game - Angel

rate me

I spent my day so,

First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo

Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful

Faitful walks I take in the woods,

Thinkin what's good, things that I can't change I should

Things I can't, need to be understood

Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood

For a second at least, I'm ressurectin the peace

Pipes the Indians used to like, we called it chief, right

Stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights

Th-th-th-that I never seen, it's so so evergreen

Some use it for medicine, or to write better things

I was in amsterdam, man, bike pedaling

To the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got

My eyes drop, I like it alot... yeah, an angel

I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel)

Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels)

Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)

She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)

Th-the way that I rhyme, loc, is mine

Like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line

To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind

And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago zen

And like Chicago winds, I was once a street disciple

Rockin every jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael

That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die

Prolly cause the angel dust was xxxxxx with my third eye

So I start hip hop and I understand why Common used to love her

She got me open so I even had, had

But I used the rubber, cause she was married to Rakim

So I bought me a gold chain, pretendin that I was him

So I can get close to the girl I loved the most

But she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost

Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down

I should've knew it, shot G, and 'Pac told ya she get around

(Fly away, fly away)

My love for her's not about jewelry or cars

I love her cause she love me, just for who I are

Who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'

I shine like Shyne when Barington Levy was sayin

Diddly Whoa!

I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East

Before I was ducking cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel)

From the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold

Between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome

Your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home

And when they bust in, we not Cesar, but got it wrong

Cause they tryna wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones

The ones they put wires on, they got us on tap

But I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact

I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track

Yeah, it's The Game and Common

Spread your wings, follow your dreams

Things will be so serene, L-A and the Chi as a team

Yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on

Yeah, it's for the world boy, we do it forever, yeah

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found