Rap for people in nightmares, who cope in dreams
Bodies locked up but who's souls are free
Women who boxed up but who chose to speak
And natives who keep nature how they'd hope it'd be
Roses from Concrete, Who rose from streets
And people who lived when their countries broke and fleed
Sexualities are hidden, cloaked in screens
People who ran from their homes but who's growth is seen
These are my friends, family, the closest thing
I've had to healing besides all these scribbled notes and things
People try to find the worth in these coats and rings
Yet never find the voice in their throat to sing
This world is closed, I'm open, can't open me
Found my penmanship and a boat to stream
My consciousness whenever I found a coach and team
Always rep the Angels with the Broken Wings
Walk with love through these broken hearts
Walk with peace through these broken darts
Walk with peace through these broken dreams
Fly with the Angels with the Broken Wings
And when I'm broken, I have some trouble opening
But if people don't grow I still hold the seeds
Cuz the Dalai Lama said something that spoke to me
My life's precious with the message when they stroke the strings
And when I meet people I put out the most of me
Cuz I'm real what I say is what I'm supposed to mean
Heal by laughing when I'd rather croak and scream
Cuz when you miss people badly hearts choke and bleed
Recognize all the people that holdin' me
Recognize I'm rare like some roasted meat
Create my own destiny I float and think
Pursuin' happiness in oceans I just coast and sink
Recognize the power of when the omens link
Recognize the power of what the Lotus brings
Of regrowth when you're pushed to the hopeless brink
Speak for the Angels with the Open Wings