Texty:
Silence 4 Angel Song

to keep me alive But once I was dead there was nothing to do beside Picking me up and lying me down Waiting for some angel To wake me and say to me "

me Loco Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty Low ridin and tossin up a forty Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles

going through my mind Is he dead or alive, when I'm pacing the flo' And looking around 4-5 Thinking of the worst, but nobody would tell me the drama But the silence

the kitchen And a little angel with a keen sense of sound Who saw silence in the records she found And she would stay up late at night Reciting songs

Throw of the scent To seize the chase of life When one with death no light in sight I have been told that before the end The angels will come, angels

Loco Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty Low ridin and tossin up a forty Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles