I’m just hoping that you hearing what I’m saying in my notes
Come and holler if you hear me like I’m preaching to the Vatican, speaking to the Pope
I slip into wolves clothes I’m in ‘em and I suppose I fit ‘em just fine
I been working on my ceiling I been hurting I been healing I been searching I been trying

I’m a crash test dummy on the ave
Suckas tried to half step to me with a mask
Used to have the black death with me in a flask
Probably wouldn’t stand next to me in the past
I could hurt you of virtue it could turn into a circle that’s a pattern you should watch
Yeah I know that you could feel me when I put my arm round you like the hands of the clock
Wait, something has changed
Now you are gone, I still remain
I must be strong, you must be Cain
You must be gunning for me for my name
You must be running to me with the blame
You must see something in me that you ain’t
Fallen angels in the sky made of rain
Gabriel, walking the line that was paved, Cain

If a needle in the haystack’s found does it mean that we need a hero to make that count?
Feeling like Robert DeNiro in a packed crowd
Yeah I’m seeing a lot of dinero in the background
Black clouds moving in on the city always looked so pretty in the grey
Fifty shades for a backstabbing n***a try me imma have to catch a case
Silhouetted devil in the crossroad
You not feeling him but you really get along though
Smoking on a cigarette, sitting in a bar
Spin into a pirouette, pivot in the car
Stupid shit to get a rep, that’s what they be on
Talking on the internet, talking like they strong
I can’t seem to stop going out my way
No vacation nah I don’t need a...

Wait, something has changed
Now you are gone, I still remain
I must be strong, you must be Cain
You must be gunning for me for my name
You must be running to me with the blame
You must see something in me that you ain’t
Fallen angels in the sky made of rain
Gabriel, walking the line that was paved, Cain

Wait, something has changed
Now you are gone, I still remain
I must be strong, you must be Cain
You must be gunning for me for my name
You must be running to me with the blame
You must see something in me that you ain’t
Fallen angels in the sky made of rain
Gabriel, walking the line that was paved, Cain