Angelic (Prod. by Tyler Lee) - Franklin Knight

Sick collab with Franklin Knight from Brooklyn, New York.
This is some real lyricism. Big ups to Franklin Knight.

Download link: http://www.tylerlee.bandcamp.com

Franklin Knight with the rhymes.
Tyler Lee with the production.

Franklin Knight:
Twitter: FrankKnizza
ReverbNation: FrankKnight
Youtube: FrankKnightMusic
Bandcamp: FrankKnight.bandcamp.com
FrankKnight.Official.FM

Lyrics:

Cold nights with no ice
Chills from my life
Broke days no pay
Pockets got pain
Shorty with the fat rare
Gave me a stare with no care
When she seen no whip
Just bus fare
Fanatisize and hyponitize
By the jewels that shine and blind
So I sing in my mind
Mary jane mary jane
Take my brain to a plane
Where I ain't gotta be sane
Numb the pain
Like dope to the veins
Boom boom
Knocks on the door
Sounded like a spirits roar
Crying out
I'm dieing now
If I don't change my ways
But I'm stuck in this mind frame
If I don't get cake
We gon' see if crime pays

(Hook)

I heard a Angel's voice
I felt a Angel's pain
It was the same as mines
It want the same thang
So can't we be like angels
Shine while we fly
Envied by the sky
Soul high never die
Smile like a Angel
Cry like a Angel
Love like a Angel
Take me to the top baby
Take me to the top

Men dieing over weed
But for that white girl
They'll shoot till
Your spirit bleed
And body curl like a fetal position
She told me to listen
When she said
If I don't stay with her
I'll be cursed forever
She'll find another
But my love a be cut up
Heart shattered like a hammer to glass
Is it glamour or the past
I better choose my path
And it better be wise
Cause I may lead to my own demise
I told her now you listen
Do you know where I'm from
The heart of slums guns over one on ones
So don't think I'm selfish and foolish
When the truth is you was igonrant
To my orgin
It is what it is

My G here's where the grind starts
Here's where we convert EBT to black cards
Hoopties to phat cars
To groupies from fast broads
Don't lose me slim
I be controlled by the gin
I got that juice
That cause souls to barter for the natural talent giving
Mama never told me there be days like this
But satan did
I exist for chips and a glittery wrist
So bright I could give a bat a daylight eye sight
Ain't no saving time
I'm at the end the road
There's a steep cliff
That leads to the end
And after chasing everything in this life
I wonder will I drive off on purpose
To give my life more purpose
Or will my death be worthless
Was it all worth it
See if I had a billion dollars
I'll won't cure aids
I'll try to get laid
This is where my mind frame remains
I know such a shame
But this is how it is
The last days and times
Where the last thoughts
Are the most wicked from the mind

Tyler Lee:
http://www.twitter.com/tylerleeftw
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http://www.soundclick.com/tylerleebeats
AIM: tylerleeftw

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[alexhorowitz93]

u pretty good

[TylerLeeFTW]

@alexhorowitz93 thx fam!

[funnybunches320]

yes!

[WhoIsCrackBeatz]

not bad... and beat is nice.. keep grindin

[DaKM]

deep.

m1nority

[jzbo2]

what a guy

[aero2525]

He sounds like Ice Cube LOL.

good sht man.

[StreetCommittee]

Big ups to Tyler on the beat