Holy Angel
Chris Brown Lyrics

If these walls could speak
If the walls could talk and share their experiences

I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
I wouldn't have to pretend that you're here with me

Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
Please ignite the passion within me, like an angel would

I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me
I require someone to save me from my fears and inner demons

I done been through Hell and back
I have experienced numerous hardships and challenges

I'm seein' demons every day
I am encountering negative influences or thoughts constantly

Callin' the kettle black
Pointing out the hypocrisy of others

Perfectionists, if you're perfect Where your medal at?
If you claim to be perfect, where is your proof or recognition for it?

My life was goin' downhill I had to pedal back
My life was deteriorating, and I had to make an effort to turn it around

These niggas always wanna talk About the lame shit
People always want to discuss irrelevant or unimportant things

If I looked back on my life I wouldn't change shit
If I reflected on my past, I wouldn't alter anything

Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch
Perhaps having a few more cars to change lanes easily

If I put that mic on Silence and never sang shit
If I stopped using the microphone, I would remain silent and not sing anything

This my life and that's your job, dawg
This is my life, and your role is merely a job, my friend

I'm too high, got me thinkin' did the Clouds fall? Prolly not
I am intoxicated, making me contemplate if the clouds descended. Most likely, they did not.

Shit, just put me back up in the bleachers
Just let me return to a more passive or observational position

Back when all a nigga had Was a pair of sneakers
In the past, all I possessed were a pair of sneakers

All this stress on my chest I'm fuckin' havin' seizures
The excessive stress is causing me to experience seizures

Nowadays, havin' fun is fuckin' illegal
Currently, it feels like enjoying oneself is considered unlawful

Walkin' with your head down That's not grown man shit
Walking with a downward gaze does not represent mature behavior

I'm takin' over the game until I own that bitch yeah, nigga, in my hood
I am seizing control of the music industry until I dominate it completely, especially in my neighborhood

Them choppers always bussin' Niggas livin' day-to day like Tomorrow ain't nothin'
Gunshots are frequently heard, and people live as if the future holds no significance

Fuck love, that shit get in the way now
Love is hindering progress and causing complications

She lovin' every nigga, ass up and face down
She is engaging in sexual activities with multiple partners in various positions

Addicted to the game, my youngin's use a 38
My younger associates have become dependent on the dangerous lifestyle and carry firearms

First forty-eight They gon' throw that shit away
Within the initial forty-eight hours, they will dispose of any evidence or incriminating items

Bet they never catch a case
I am confident they will never face legal charges

I'm gone, separate myself from all the lames
I am gone, distancing myself from all the uncool individuals

If I die and float away You gon' feel my mama pain
If I die and pass to the afterlife, you will experience the anguish my mother endures

Sittin' in my room, I'm reminiscin'
Being alone in my room, I am reflecting on past memories

Shit, I ain't have a pot to piss in
Back then, I did not possess any material possessions

Family whippin' crack up in the kitchen
My family was involved in the illicit production of crack cocaine in the kitchen

All eyes on me, so pay attention
Everyone's attention is focused on me; therefore, they should observe closely

Got a problem with the DA Should've stayed my ass in VA
I am having a confrontation with the District Attorney and should have remained in Virginia

Thousand hours, some bull Pickin' trash up off the freeway
I spent countless hours performing menial tasks, such as picking up litter from the highway

I'm the nigga that the kids lookin' up to Straight A's now, before they Said, 'Fuck school,' ha
I am the individual that children admire, and now they are achieving excellent academic grades, whereas before they disregarded education

And I don't bite my tongue for no weak nigga
I do not hold back or censor myself for individuals lacking strength

'Cause y'all never had to starve for a week
Because you have never experienced hunger for seven days straight

Nigga no clothes but 44 to a household
We barely have clothing, yet we possess a significant number of firearms in the household

Stomach growlin' but I kept My fuckin' mouth closed
Even though my stomach was rumbling from hunger, I remained silent and did not complain

Came in the game thinkin' music Was the way out to get us off the corners
Entering the music industry, I believed it was our escape from the dangerous streets

Hit records was the payout
Creating successful songs provided the desired financial reward

Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til It's grey out a decade with the devil
It was challenging to shift from illicit activities until it was too late, spending ten years with the devil

Lemme show you how this play out
Allow me to demonstrate how this situation unfolds

Started as a duo, didn't stay a duo
We began as a duo, but eventually, the partnership dissolved

Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo
Things disintegrate, just as Ricky Martin departed the boy band Menudo

Was a team of us Everything was for the crew though
We were a collective group, and all our efforts were for the benefit of the team

Never Rosé while my niggas sippin' Nuvo
I did not indulge in luxury champagne (Rosé) while my friends consumed Nuvo

So, so records bought more dope
The record label So So Def purchased additional drugs

Every record label dollar went to more coke
Each dollar from the record label's budget was used to buy more cocaine

Ghetto rich but still scramblin' Like we poor folks
Despite having wealth within the ghetto, we still engage in hustling as if we were impoverished

We was all goin' left from What the Lord taught
We were all straying from the teachings and guidance of the Lord

The pressure, my pride wouldn't let up
The pressure I experienced made it difficult for me to let go of my pride

The way they took my niggas had Us thinkin' we was set up
The manner in which my friends were taken away convinced us that someone had betrayed us

All at once so the pain hardly let up
Experiencing multiple losses simultaneously, the pain barely subsided

Now this bitch mumblin' 'round the House about she fed up
Now this woman is complaining aimlessly in the house, claiming to be fed up

Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga
When misfortune strikes, it tends to intensify, my friend

Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore
Drug dealers anticipate receiving their payment from a promiscuous woman driven by greed

Nigga woo, with my niggas and the feds
Wow, I am together with my friends and law enforcement agents

Do you think I give a fuck if Def Jam is in the red?
Do you believe I care if Def Jam Recordings has financial deficits?

They'll undership your record while they Pillow talk in bed so I never try to talk Them motherfuckers off the ledge
They will intentionally underestimate the distribution of your record while engaging in intimate conversations. Therefore, I no longer attempt to persuade those individuals

'Jump nigga,' like Joe Clark said
They say, 'Jump, my friend,' just as Joe Clark famously uttered

If you ain't tryna win then You better off dead, gone
If you do not have the desire to succeed, then you are better off dead and departed