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Fallen Angel
Conejo Lyrics
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And he faces the death penalty
His attorneys say they can't comment on the defense before the trial
Which is perhaps a year away
But then they with undoubtable ask the jury to consider the boy behind the man
Retarded, reclusive, and victimized
Before they make their final decision for life, or for death
Give him the death penalty
And call me when they're ready 'cause I will be there
[Chorus]
I'm a fallen angel, from the skies I've fallen
All the sins that I've committed so that I could be balling
Making feria so that my status be known
All the broads in the ghetto want to take me home
I'm a fallen angel, from the skies I've fallen
I came out the joint and the drogas were calling
Making feria so I could buy more guns
Lord please forgive me for the damage I've done
In a black Monte Carlo from Bristal to the Canyon
Tu sabes, I got this lowride dragging
All through the calles, the barrio's getting deeper
Conejo rolls tough, automatic street sweeper
Sound system, the motherfucker bumps
Ese hit switches on hydraulic pumps
You better duck, everyone spits metal
Ese fire back, you get hit primero
Bald head and ganga tacas all across my body
Little homey, big homey get shot at the party
They never had a chance, they were dead on arrival
My jefa always tells me that I'm living suicidal
Fuck that, I gotta get my issue
Rock bottom to the top, fuck a snitch and the cops
Low and slow, it gets critical
'cause vatos that want to rob me want to die, let's go
[Chorus]
Twenty inch rims on this grey GMC
Got a bad ass bitch trying to get at me
'cause I told her I would fuck her at the homeboy's volo
In an evil six three, homey hit that corner
Keep an eye out, make sure it ain't funny
Youngster on the Schwin said these vatos were coming
So I grab the signal forty, my Smith and Wessum
Some high powered shit for the street these days
Sabor a mi is what she came for
'cause mija wanted pedo with this fucking jugador
I did my jale on a stormy night
On a Thursday night when I flew in from Texas
I shot to the pad in a poor white glass house
Got a page from some broads saying "Conejo, what's up?"
I taxed the frame till I made her cum
Now every single weekend wants to fuck after the club
[Chorus]
There ain't no grave that holds my body down
So as long as I live I'll keep coming back like Jason
Chasing, the motherfucking dragon
Slaming, '64s and broads
Everybody got his own way, I got my own
Bitch ass vatos break in the panic zone
I thought that I told ya that I'm a soldier
Eternilty I'm locked, you get beat with a lock
And it's a fierce fucking battle that you await
And you can't penetrate the fucking gates
Elimination, ese beyond the street
Beyond the mystique of my fatal tecnique
And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, put a bullet through his chest
Understand me, I'm an angel that's fallen
Dope dealing killers is what we're all becoming
[Chorus]
The lyrics of Conejo's song Fallen Angel tell the tale of a man who has committed unforgivable sins and has fallen from grace. The song oscillates between reporting on a man's legal fate and personal story and the man's own narrative of gang violence and drug dealing. The song opens with a reporter discussing the man's likelihood of receiving the death penalty during the trial. The defense acknowledges the man's past as a victim and reclusive person with mental health issues, asking the jury to consider these factors before deciding on the final judgment. The rest of the song is a recollection of the man's life as a drug dealer, driving in his Monte Carlo and living a life of violence, money, and lust. He refers to himself as a "fallen angel" several times throughout the song, indicating a strong awareness of his own status as a sinner.
The song speaks to larger themes of the consequences of violence, the allure of "balling" and status, and the facing of one's own mortality. The lyrics are raw and explicit, depicting violence and drug use in graphic detail. Overall, the song tells a dark story of a man who has lost control of his life and is facing the final judgement for his actions.
Line by Line Meaning
And he faces the death penalty
He is in danger of being sentenced to death for his crimes
His attorneys say they can't comment on the defense before the trial
His lawyers refuse to say anything about his defense strategy before the trial
Which is perhaps a year away
The trial may not take place for up to a year
But then they with undoubtable ask the jury to consider the boy behind the man
However, during the trial they will ask the jury to consider his troubled past as a victim of his circumstances
Retarded, reclusive, and victimized
He was mentally challenged, isolated and oppressed by society
Before they make their final decision for life, or for death
Before the jury makes the final decision whether to sentence him to life imprisonment or death penalty.
Give him the death penalty
The singer believes the defendant should be sentenced to death
And call me when they're ready 'cause I will be there
The artist intends to witness the execution
I'm a fallen angel, from the skies I've fallen
The artist identifies as a fallen angel, suggesting he was once good but has since lost his way
All the sins that I've committed so that I could be balling
He confesses to having committed a variety of sins to achieve wealth and status
Making feria so that my status be known
He earned money to show off his social status
All the broads in the ghetto want to take me home
He is popular with women in poor urban areas
I came out the joint and the drogas were calling
After leaving prison, he was tempted to use drugs again
Making feria so I could buy more guns
He used his money to buy more weapons
Lord please forgive me for the damage I've done
He prays for forgiveness for the harm he's caused others
In a black Monte Carlo from Bristal to the Canyon
He drove a black Monte Carlo from the Bristal to the Canyon
Tu sabes, I got this lowride dragging
He brags about his modified car (lowrider)
All through the calles, the barrio's getting deeper
He travels through the streets, which become more impoverished and dangerous
Conejo rolls tough, automatic street sweeper
He is a tough guy and has an automatic weapon
Sound system, the motherfucker bumps
His car stereo system plays loud, powerful music
Ese hit switches on hydraulic pumps
He activates hydraulic switches to control the car's suspension
You better duck, everyone spits metal
Others shoot at him with guns
Ese fire back, you get hit primero
He warns that if someone shoots at him, he'll shoot back first
Bald head and ganga tacas all across my body
He's bald and has tattoos of marijuana leaves all over his body
Little homey, big homey get shot at the party
People of all ages are shot at parties
They never had a chance, they were dead on arrival
His victims were killed instantly
My jefa always tells me that I'm living suicidal
His mother warns him that he's living a dangerous and self-destructive lifestyle
Fuck that, I gotta get my issue
He dismisses his mother's warning and persists in his violent lifestyle
Rock bottom to the top, fuck a snitch and the cops
He's had a difficult life but still hates informants and law enforcement officials
Low and slow, it gets critical
He drives his car in a deliberately slow and dangerous manner
'cause vatos that want to rob me want to die, let's go
He is willing and eager to kill people who threaten him
Twenty inch rims on this grey GMC
His car has large 20-inch wheel rims and is a grey GMC
Got a bad ass bitch trying to get at me
A woman is trying to get close to him because he's attractive and dangerous
'cause I told her I would fuck her at the homeboy's volo
He convinced her to have sex with him at a friend's house
In an evil six three, homey hit that corner
He drives dangerously fast in a 1963 Chevrolet Impala
Keep an eye out, make sure it ain't funny
He warns others to be vigilant and cautious
Youngster on the Schwin said these vatos were coming
A young person on a Schwinn bicycle warns him that enemies are approaching
So I grab the signal forty, my Smith and Wessum
He takes his malt liquor and his Smith and Wesson handgun for protection
Some high powered shit for the street these days
His weapon is very powerful and suitable for the streets
Sabor a mi is what she came for
She wanted intimacy and sexual pleasure, as conveyed through the song 'Sabor a mi'
'cause mija wanted pedo with this fucking jugador
She desired a sexual encounter with him, using a vulgar term for a player at the nightclubs/bars
I did my jale on a stormy night
He committed a crime on a stormy night
On a Thursday night when I flew in from Texas
He flew back from Texas on a Thursday night
I shot to the pad in a poor white glass house
He went to his house made of glass in a poor, predominantly white area
Got a page from some broads saying "Conejo, what's up?"
He received a message from some women asking him how he's doing
I taxed the frame till I made her cum
He had sex with her until she reached orgasm
Now every single weekend wants to fuck after the club
She now wants to have sex with him every weekend after partying
There ain't no grave that holds my body down
He believes he is indestructible and will never truly die
So as long as I live I'll keep coming back like Jason
He plans to keep coming back even after he's been killed, like the fictional character Jason in horror movies
Chasing, the motherfucking dragon
He is addicted to drugs, specifically heroin
Slaming, '64s and broads
He enjoys speeding around in cars and being with women
Everybody got his own way, I got my own
Everyone has their own approach to life; he has his own unique way of doing things
Bitch ass vatos break in the panic zone
Cowards will only attack him when he is vulnerable or afraid
I thought that I told ya that I'm a soldier
He identifies as a warrior and is not to be underestimated
Eternilty I'm locked, you get beat with a lock
He will be locked up for eternity in the afterlife and will punish others who have wronged him
And it's a fierce fucking battle that you await
His enemies should prepare for a brutal conflict
And you can't penetrate the fucking gates
His enemies will never be able to enter or defeat him
Elimination, ese beyond the street
He has eliminated many of his rivals beyond just the streets of his neighborhood
Beyond the mystique of my fatal tecnique
His deadly fighting abilities go beyond mere speculation or mystery
And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
He quotes Psalm 23 and suggests he is unafraid of death
I will fear no evil, put a bullet through his chest
He won't let evil intimidate him and will retaliate with violence
Understand me, I'm an angel that's fallen
He has a deeper nature than what others see on the surface, having been betrayed by life
Dope dealing killers is what we're all becoming
He suggests that being a drug dealer and killer is becoming a typical way of life in his community
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@sixsixer6125
Dam conejo these the kinda rhymes I miss. Tight beat n all.
@lztwantsabag8929
Forever 🔥
@angelzahney6803
free conejo
@balentinzacarias257
This slappers
@alantirado80513
Hem and duende are the sickest foos ever
@kingeleven3820
This cat got the looks of an evil child
@lifesatrip5017
The varrio is getting deeper
@franciscovillalba1360
From Bristol to the Canyon
@818rifamos
My jefa always tells me that im living suicidal.... .:
@preciousmartinez7917
I'm in a all white glasshouse