“Angel In The Playground”

 Ah-ohhh

Baby

"Cries"

It’s hard once these feelings come on by

Song comes on and I try my hardest not to cry

I do my best not to

(Think about it) x2

Amongst the stars 

I wish to summon 

I know you’re there

I’ve been 

searching every where 

Into this 

nightmare I plummet as these dreams of you 

keep on coming 

Can’t stomach it,

no numbing this 

Each day you keep on runnin' 

You wonder

what would of been ours

but these hardships drag us farther apart 

like what should of been 

my son or daughter? 

Could of been a father

Putting em’ in this cradle now

Cries

I hear em, 

faint sounds 

Into today

and into tomorrow 

and never really... gone

Oh-oh, Our Angel in

That sort of weight 

holds in place 

my mental space 

and even when 

I got to change 

It’s been...

Taking ahold on me

Can’t even 

say prenatal 

like no 

I'm not able 

for both of us it was fatal 

on losing

(Our Angel) x2

Angel

I awakened the ghost of y'all

Broken and left where 

most would fall 

A shrine 

with no name

In a dream 

I’ve been able to perpetuate 

Hoping you made it to Heavens Gates, 

A final

resting place 

A love that I would never decimate

and times only shown

I’ve been obsessed for 

far too long

Far too long x2 

that dreams can’t erase 

your face no more

Now only my

pen and pad will paint 

what I’ve been grieving on 

I guess that makes two Angels lost 

and a saint who came across, 

a devils 

tainted rose 

(Rose out of passion!)

We rose our hearts 

Arose from the dark 

to hold a star 

Forever marked

an eternal scar 

Do you hear me at all

when my prayers are done? 

You watching us 

from up above? 

Do you see my love? 

Do you wish you’d felt 

our baby’s touch;

a baby boy 

or baby girl 

(The weight of the world) x3

I hope you 

got my message 

Ain't doing this 

for the attention 

I'm lonely

regretting 

Angered at 

my decisions 

Insane I'm starting to sink in 

Departed ways and these scars have deepened, 

and it was for these reasons 

I was left with

a conscious rhetoric 

of being separate 

Convincing myself 

It be better to be 

in heaven 

so I held a 

Smith & Wesson against my head, and for the second 

I questioned

Thinking who I let in

A best friend 

had superseded a most utterly connection got me 

confessing on all we had been missing 

Mm-mmm our baby 

Forever and always remembered 

So 

I sing this song

in times I been stressing it’s my fault 

but why would a guy like myself 

even contemplate suicide then be unclear’s unquestionably hypocritical 

Uh-uh

No, I never figured you 

were the person to be quitting too

Seen as you were the person who preached in full 

Then have that gun in hand and trigger to pull 

but now I see 

life’s more richer than jewels,

and it’s only less richer without you; 

Don’t you agree?

And even I had noticed that strifes can be totally criticized as God’d supposedly watching 

Shit! You be the wiser 

as it seems the lord only nods at the scenes 

and it honestly keeps me pondering, 

“What you really want from me?”

Just wanted to be the dad who was awesome 

Anytime my sons got problems 

I be 

involved to come up and solve em’ 

and if you was a baby girl 

I be the one you be leaning on 

when things be seeming wrong 

Oh, yes 

our team be strong 

Baby girl, you’d never ever be alone 

No-no 

I'm not those 

that go below 

with intents of evil 

then say,

“They need you”

just to leave you off in the deep end (just sinking)

So they seek peeps like me,

waiting to end their weeping 

but get mistreated 

on areas where she's already weakened 

Uh-oh, no-no

Still thou

I'm right here 

I fight the fear 

that he/she be 

right there 

and its quite clear 

that I'm scared as I'm seein' these nightmares

Of our Angel 

Our Angel 

Angel 

in the distance 

I hear em faint cries

I'm listening

just thinking (what you be?) X 2 

Is being a father 

even 

enough for me? 

"Cries"

Hurts to know that he would hand me 

And now when I look to heaven

I know 

he can't stand me 

I know... (yeah)

when she was pregnant 

it was sevens 

Meaning ya was a blessing, 

and all there’s left to think is heavenly

so spread your wings 

He/she 

going up to heaven to meet

If not 

you can give the credit to me

Either way 

I’ll make it our destiny

You bet we’ll meet 

Until then 

I’m holding and feeling that extra energy 

Right next to me 

No need in staying down 

or holding that weight and pain to equate a disdained smile 

This one’s for the saint in James 

and our baby child 

Our Angel 

Angel

Angel in the Playground