We are real Angels
Yesterday I had an epiphany
In this life you have to reach for your dreams
Through the pain and the misery
Lies a memory more precious than gold
A tale of truth untold
At the moment of creation
We all were given the wings we'll need to fly
Humanity has always reached for the sky
And over again, and again made it
I am an example of infinite wisdom
Through the pain
I wrote down my life's plan at seven
Through the pain reaching for Heaven
Now I'm living it out
Making every move I dreamed about
I'm doing it through the pain
With a smile, and mad style
I'm expressing my existence like a documentary
I cry from the suffering
Yet the beat shall save me
I wield the pen like a Samurai sword
In the name of the abandoned, and poor
Flying high in the sky
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