wake up to a wet dream every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I
a midget all this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing could it be my position is one that you dreamed of? went from quarter to broke to half past
of paper, thin as vapor Filling my clothes like smoke A couple of the wires in my heart are broke I throw, I miss something, nothing But dreams, schemes
ever be the same? Will we ever dream again? Walk through the sweet, sweet pain of love No one ever broke the bough, the cradle fell anyhow There's angels
no money, honey, but we didn't care We had something special Like no other lover could compare We had dreams and desires, aspirations entire When we made love you'd hear the angels
You are beautiful but ice runs through your veins Slowly draining all my life away Perfection in a shell devoid of life Cause you leave a trail of broken dreams
still here You know all my lost ones I share this prayer Father God I pray yo holden' me down Like an angel please keep um' around My broken heart blood
wrong conspiracy, this ain't Kennedy Jealousy get ya no where wit Lady C You want a wish you better I dream of genie Yo, all I left her was a broken
in? Yeah Yeah, but where do I fit in? Don't go sellin' me, a dream you can't deliver Like a dog in a cat suit, it's a poor disguise Strange little angels
I feel so blue I'm paying dearly for promises broken so free I never dreamed that there'd be such a longing for you But I'm been no angel so I've got
I got seven pictures of buddha The prophet's on my tongue Eleven angels of mercy Sighin' over that black hole in the sun My heart's dark but it's risin
classic Cuz legend has it The veteran of letters is drastic (Ain't nothing left here but time) An energetic performance And the chorus fantastic [Mad Child] Stomp on the soul Of the misguided angel
Chorus: Michael Jackson "We're Almost There" sample] No matter how hard, the task may seem Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams No broken
the world like looking through a foggy window See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods Neantha's, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams
riding doughnuts Picture me rollin' Young, handsome and focused Got that vision of pac And though my branding is Oprah Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook Michael Jordan performance nigga I dream
, must be destiny Two broken hearts that beat as one but this is heaven, babe I need to get your angel kiss, almost didn't believe it I thought I was dreaming