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