I met an angel with a broken wing, I tried to take her to my house but she was shy about that kind of thing, I'm on the hunt for some tools to fix her, A million to one, I'll be a fool if I miss her, So we started off sneaking around, She confessed that she'd be killed if heaven knew she'd been found, I kept her safe whatever, Straightened out the feathers, Put her back together, I want this shit forever, She made happy things happen to me, And I just happened to love her, and I told her for free, Then her wings were healed, Guess I ran out of time, She said she had to fly, Get back to being divine and, Now I'm chained to Earth with guilt pain and hurt, My wings left and I'm going berserk, Love's a curse, and change is painful, For what it's worth you can't train and angel.

Thank the lucky stars I've got a silver tongue, When it matters I just let the auto-pilot run, Fly into the golden sun, Captains hat keeps my hair down flat, Tip my chair back, feet up on the dash like a pair of Jacks, Bare soles but I never get a thorn in 'em, I drink a potion made of powdered horn and venom, I'm looking fresh in this two-toned denim, Undefeated like the Taker I'm the tombstone phenom, Off the radar operating with the gloves off, Heart-stopper, undetected like a blood clot, Take the keystone out the bridge, and everybody falls, Secrets can't be kept inside of paper walls, Born walking, I never tried to crawl, Everybody's wearing red and I'm a fighter bull, I'm done talking to these open necks, What do you expect when I'm expecting respect. I've lost track of opportunities I've snatched up, Tryna count I give the week a day to catch up, Friends coming so I'll cook another batch up, You'll never believe all the bullshit that I've patched up, I'm gone all the time, even the important times, What can I say, maybe you should read the signs, Poison ivy vines growing in between the lines, At least I'm kind about the people that I left behind, And that's the funny thing about your mind's eye, One long blink, your past is justified, Brush your wrongs under floorboards, I'm drawing both my swords, now I'm heading towards, The lucky stars with my teeth bared, See me killing it so hard I've got these ghosts scared, Buzzing like the toast chair, Wet sponge rap, sticking like a thumb tack, I'm skipping straight to my comeback.

I always tell myself there's too much I've been putting off, Make to-do lists, ignoring all the stuff on top, Black flies on my legs but I don't brush 'em off, Stirring up another world like Isaac Asimov, Back-stage it's all rehearsals for my movie part, Costume change behind the curtain like the doctor asks, When the cameras roll my only role's to fake a smile and do it like I mean it so the crowds of faces stay a while, Incessant interviews on where I go to spend my time, Squeezing me to sourness like bending up a slice of lime, I feel diluted, I'm quiet but there's nothing wrong, Stop asking me if somethings wrong. I'm in a cocoon made of silk, This fragile place I built, crying over milk that's spilled, Rusty scissors cut it open prematurely, Tetanus metamorphosis and now I'm flying poorly. I have a staring contest nightly with Medusa, Slowly turned to stone determined not to be the loser, My eyes are heavy, and same goes for my ogre feet, Better believe me counting snakes won't help you get to sleep. Like a snapped branch, Leaking black starch, Whittle up a walking stick, And straighten out my back arch, Lead the zombie march, Wave the flag hard, Eating brains when I see suckers with a slack guard, Avoiding mirrors, and slowly feeling iller, Cracked a looking-glass and patched it up with Polyfilla, Bad luck tears, I got my seven years, And now I'm aching for a time killer, Checked my list and there's still things that I've been putting off, Climbing self-inflicted ladders and my footings lost, I feel diluted, I'm quiet but there's nothing wrong, I guess I've probably known that all along.

I'm cutting lemons for a living so I'm wishing that these papercut fingertips will heal and be forgiven like those caper-pups, shitting on our greens like the owners never clean up, Oh what the fuck man it's only a shrub, Feeling kinda faint I took a breath with no oxygen, The coffee and the cake I'm feeling cosmopolitan, Empowered, surrounded by the towers, Always stuck in June, pissed through with April showers, Getting flack from an air-strike camera flash, Stepping over cracks, zipper's broke on my anorak, I'm just tryna boost my luck with these raps, Say what I mean, then I take it all back, I weaved a basket with the strands of my existence, Tried to sell my conscience but it wasn't worth a pittance, And now these deities are putting distance, Between my hopes and my abilities, I grope for possibilities, Yeah, I'm mopping up these hostilities, Fake blood-suckers, no capabilities, I spit my shit and then they're drowning in red, Stuck in my head and wish these fuckers were dead, I make it all mine, Digging gold just like the old times, Write what I say and frame it with the bold lines, No parking fines, I never stay put, Frown like I'm angry but it's not how it looks, Close my eyes and hold my breath and I'm counting to ten, Throw my wishes in the overflowing fountain again, Water soaks through my shoes so my socks are wet, So many holes in my canvas, watercolour vignette, So I'm a lemon juice slugger, It doesn't make me shudder, I'm used to all this citrus, I'm a sour motherfucker, Tangerine dreams on the seas without a rudder, Skimming over scum and grease that should be in the gutter, Get your supper, A real dog's dinner for you fuckers, Chasing rubber bones like it's flubber, So whatcha think about now? Hand in your pockets, eyes lowered right now, Gotta tell yourself that I'm joking right now, Jaws snapped off when I'm flowing right now, RomZee spitting heat, and Mister Litty kicking beats, Chloroform fruits but you bitches to sleep.

Carrying the planet on my shoulders was a curse, I carried it for you and I don't really know what's worse, The fact I kept it quiet so you couldn't offer help, Or the fact I let the struggle have an impact on my health, I remember planning out our futures in the rain, Naive enough to think that we'd grow up and be the same, Then we both changed, and now we never speak, And when it first started baby I could barely sleep, I'm not tryna separate the past from the truth, I'm just tryna make it last but I figured what's the use, You only see the start and then end cos they hurt, Forget about the middle though, it's always been a blur, Learnt a lot of lessons, Changed the way I think, Stressing came in floods, I was destined not to sink, Wading through the mud, And resting when I could, Tell myself it's done, Probably cos I should.