This is a song about "See the angel in his eye"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I can see straight, im the all seeing eye,

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Dont you dare gimme the hatred look in your eye

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Still nobody cared, you could see by the look in his eye,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Well i need a seeing eye cos im in the blind

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

The winged angel with a knife