This is a song about "Angel gamez"

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

The winged angel with a knife

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

A guiding angel to see

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions