Lyrics

War Angels
(The End . . . 90 Seconds to Midnight - Sterling Anthony)

What am I supposed to say right here?
It's been a minute now, so how about some truth.
The youth is cursed out of its social confusion.
They can't see the forest because the tree’s an illusion.
The old folks booing. They forgot where they came from.
A different era, but if you look it's the same dumb.
And even then, we got touched by the same guns.
We were young and we were trapped by the same slums.
See, what we call the trap, pops referred to as the ghetto.
Regardless of the framework, they had us settle.
Went to war for the cause but came home with no medals.
Things were really twisted on so many different levels.
We’re the vessels. The rebels. The bass and the treble.
But time was wasted as we back peddled.
Strategically woke to my identity.
We snatched back and reclaimed our history.
Imagine that.
We’re on some “get back”,
with many legions from different regions.
Get right season . . . War Angels.

(CHORUS)

What am I supposed to do right here?
I told you before that I really hate bullies.
So don't push me because I'm on my “Melly Mel”.
What I just might do? Hey, I really can't tell.
Check with Raphael. Ask him to help you get your spirit in check.
When the shofar blasts, we’re catching wreck! There's no going back . . .
or even time for second guessing.
Are you willing to give in or are you failing?
Defeat should be expected,
if you don't originate from the elected.
We are Yashar'al. Watch the kingdoms fall.
Taking no poisoners, that our protocol. We got the wherewithal.
We got the clan in the back in twelve divisions.
Just to let you know there's no gates for denominational religions.
So, you're either out or you're with us.
For or against us.
The difference between losers and winners.
saints and sinners.
Pro or beginner.
Are you real or a pretender?
we are War Angles.

(CHORUS)