[Chorus: x2]
Some of us have angels, the kingdom, the power
Some of us have angels, the power, the glory
Some of us have demons, greed, and lust
Some of us have demons, lust, temptation

Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat
A good nigga, you don't leave tracks
A hood nigga wanting G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that
You feel you need that, where the jooks at?
These are your niggaz, creeping they be leaving niggas sleep with you
Loc' style, quiet no smile, it's the official
Sometime they grimy, speaking on they own people
They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos
Now these are your bitches, phoning lonely homey chickens
All the homies stick em, you think you own em man listen
She stab you in your sleep with a knife from out the kitchen
Put a root on you, next week they find you missing
Dead in your Expedition in the forest, fell off the cliff and
Tumbled til you blew up, Feds told her and she threw up
Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices
Two sides of us, negative or positive


Now this is your mom, your good luck charm
Pushing you to do no wrong, praying for you that you live long
Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy
In and out of jail, mom's screaming, "God take me!"
This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him
The man of the house, mom and pops seperating
Spitting image of a gangster the way pop walked
The way pop talked, got older and you thanked him now
This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies
Turning into the things moms wanted you not to be
Crime following the wrong dudes who have no values
Life's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you
This is the test, the stress, the conflict the ups and downs of
Niggas around you make threats
They tell you keep it gangster, no matter the predicament
Even though your decision won't help you benefit


Now once again this is you, entertaining your desires
Bitches money and guns, aiming and you fire
Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feeding your seed
Trying to eat? You form material needs
The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool off
By sticking up niggas, make them take they jewels off
His reputation is, bigger than his whole life span
He never planned to fail, he just failed to plan
What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers
And any chance he get, he can take niggas
He comes in all shapes and sizes, his best disguise is
When he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me
You are your worst enemy, my mom's words echo in my head
And if I let go I'm dead
He stepped at my door, the ? motivate my spirit
And now the body experience, so now I feel it
Looking at my blessings, the bullets, that missed me could of hit me
Them court cases could of put me in the penitentiary
I never hate, that's just wasted energy
The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery?
The future, and time only reveals, what fear is
False expectations, appearing real
We only human, love thy neighbor, so I was told
And I will til permanently, my eyes are closed


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Some of Us Have Angels Lyrics as written by Nasir Jones Damon Blackmon

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    General CommentSelf Explanatory. Nas is describing all the negative and positive aspects that exist in a person's life.
    Realityon August 06, 2006   Link

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