Broken Angel
What you see before you is a Broken Angel with battered wings, tattered robe, scarred and bruised from numerous battles. Rum & coke in one hand and a blunt in the other. Nevertheless spirit reigns still defiant in a worn out body with its best days long past. Sorrow in my troubles yet ready to take up the sword to defend fellow wounded soldiers in this war called life. My Armor: only the righteous indignation I feel in my soul. By saving you, I save me. I live so that you live. We bear one another’s burdens and carry our souls over hot coals, through walls of flames. A little singed but not consumed. We arise, shake off the ashes to fight again the battles of another day.
I’m a Fallen Angel with a Beautiful Twisted Soul.
Rick Ross – Everyday I’m Hustlin
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 