Angel - Ellis Paul

Needle in my hand

Got a forearm rubber band

Got a golden liquid in a tube

I’m gonna do a vessel jam

Got lots of money

Got lots and lots and lots of time

I think, I think I might be

I think, I think I am

I think, I think I might be

I think, I think I am

It’s like liquid sunshine, fire and rain Marmalade skies, far away eyes

Glazed in a haze of cocaine

Angel’s on the corner, he’s got ten vials in his hands He sells each one for

ten dollars

Like some medicine man Seems to know a lot for a kid just sixteen years old

He’s a four year veteran of the penal code

He’s got trademark shoes, three tattoos

A brass chord necklace and a smoke-stack too He’s got…

There’s a black wind spinning the cities weathervanes And the eye of the storm

is a crystal of cocaine

Can’t you hear the wind?

Can’t you see the driving rain

Take a break from the storm in the eye of the hurricane…

Eyes in the mirror, not too sure if they’re my own

Black-white eyes in the mirror on a face of cold stone

Black-white eyes, riddles and lies

They tell me, tell me, tell me you’ve got nothing to hide but…