Angel de Ellis Paul

Needle in my hand
got a forearm rubber band
got a golden liquid in a tube
i'm gonna do a vessel jam
got lots of money
got lots and lots and lots of time
i think, i think i might be
i think, i think i am
i think, i think i might be
i think, i think i am

it's like liquid sunshine, fire and rain marmalade skies, far away eyes
glazed in a haze of cocaine
angel's on the corner, he's got ten vials in his hands he sells each one for ten dollars,
like some medicine man seems to know a lot for a kid just sixteen years old he's a four year veteran of the penal code
he's got trademark shoes, three tattoos
a brass chord necklace and a smoke-stack too he's

There's a black wind spinning the cities weathervanes and the eye of the storm is a crystal of cocaine
can't you hear the wind?
can't you see the driving rain
take a break from the storm in the eye of the

Eyes in the mirror, not too sure if they're my own
black-white eyes in the mirror on a face of cold stone
black-white eyes, riddles and lies
they tell me, tell me, tell me you've got nothing to hide