She wanders in and out of consciousness I follow her with faith, trying to steal her song,
She sings hauntingly, mockingly, angel wings taunting, but she’s done no wrong.
I need her in my life, but when I speak to her she laughs, then continues with her beautiful,
And I know that our wedding will occur on the day that I see my funereal.
I can hug her but can’t hold her, I can see her but to watch her,
Is a pleasure I’m not getting with, my angel’s come to Earth,
She brings life with what she sings, a wife without a ring,
We can never be together cause there’s poison in my verse,
It hurts, I feel I’m cursed, though, many say I’m blessed,
They rarely see beneath the surface of the person I protect,
Excuse me, person I neglect excuse me, person I reflect,
It’s truly sad I know, cause I don’t know one person that I’ve met,
So to meet the first one I connect with then lose her, is detrimental,
I’m losing what’s left of mental, stability, temperamental,
It’s killing me, fate just keeps us apart,
Cold and calloused and hard, with no regard for the heart,
With no regard for the situation I’m hating to the fullest extent,
I’m all alone cause my words make bullets of pens,
She is an angel, she’s on another level,
Untouchable by one who has been touched by the devil.
Devil on my shoulder, two more on my back,
But my other shoulders bare I got no angel to match,
So as I lay me down to rot, I try to find her in my thoughts,
And as her footsteps fade away I wish I’d watched, I wish I’d watched…
Devil on my shoulder, two more on my back,
But my other shoulders bare I got no angel to match,
So as I lay me down to rot, I try to find her in my thoughts,
And as her footsteps fade away I wish I’d watched, I wish I’d watched…
I need to see her again I need to hear her sound,
I need to breathe her in I need to pull her down,
Miss Angel, can’t you just forsake your halo,
Clip your wings, and come and help me make the days go?
Don’t say it I fear I may break if you say no,
Call me putty in your hands; I’m play-dough,
I lay hopes mine on the line every-time to get dashed,
It’s a long fall down, but I’ll climb to get back,
You’re a dime among pennies, sure sign of a heaven,
You’re a queen amongst peasants; your design is perfection,
You deny my affection, so, resigned to depression,
Am I, you got me sicker than a sinus infection,
But, girl, it seems, I’ll only mind for a second,
Cause I’m mindless for you, so I find I forget it,
In minute or so, til then, fine then, forget it,
Like I never said it, medic, what you got for my soul?
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana