Are we Angels broken
Iʼm Already chosen
I canʼt be hopeless
My shoulders canʼt hold up
The weight of my wings

Thatʼs how —
I know why the caged bird
sings
The cost of speaking your
mind
It still ainʼt cheap
We
Outreaches to fly and we
still ainʼt free
Exiled from the skies that we
still canʼt reach
And daydream cause we still
Ainʼt sleeping
We in these classrooms
teachers still donʼt teach in
Or on the corner a quick trip

to the precinct
Are you listening
Or is to the choir Iʼm
preaching
Hereʼs the reason
I gotta get my wings
And not just for not
breathing
Iʼm worth more than gold
How Iʼm shackled at my feet
This ainʼt no fit life for an
king nor & queen
When they care more about
how Iʼm pleading my
Allegiance
Better care &bout how Iʼm
growing every season
I wear a chain for the names
they ainʼt seeking
Justice for
We tryna keep us all
breathing
Itʼs
A touchy subject how I ease

in
Ain't a pretty way tho
Long as this life keep losing
meaning —
I find light in these rhymes
itʼs like I breathe it
This the art that my heart
could beat with

Can I find my wings
When Iʼm as fragile &s these
bones
But my soul can break the
chains
My wings will fly me home
(2x)

We walk the faint line
Not faint hearted
We don't wait till the paint
dry
Don't take caution
Don't take orders
Do I look like I'm disregarded

Regardless I'll hit your
market
Take your shit
Sometimes I don't have to
they forfeit
I work hardest outchea take
your shift
Flip that
Get shive down to
adornments
In the forces like I got a nike
endorsement
No penny's worth some
bullshit that I take
often
But I make the right moves
so I donʼt take loses
Had shit to say voiced it
Couldnʼt hold me my tongue
Truth sittin on the tip like
poison
That thing that thing in the
mind of an artist
How Iʼm gonna outlive &ll

this
How I use my wings to fly
home for August
Virgo mind never sleep just
tossing
Turning
Dreaming
Thinking
— am I floating or am I
sinking
Tryna find the answer in
Hennessy every weekend
Always singing to the sun
Even if I canʼt see it
Always stretching for the
sky
Even when we canʼt reach it
Hungry for the light ,
whether dim or high
beaming When
it come down to it itʼs them
or my people
They always say
That the good ones get

weakened
Shoulders burdened I canʼt
carry the wings