ANGELS ON MY SHOULDERS

Angels on my shoulders, where they're supposed to be Angels on my shoulders, no one get close to me

I climb and walk and go talk with God Throwing these devils off the roof, I got this juiced in Jesus' eyes

I only see it through Jesus' eyes Walk through the flame and I walk through the fire Walk with God, Smoke a blunt getting higher

Truth all day on a mic, no liar Angels on my shoulders, where they're supposed to be Angels on my Shoulders, no one get close to me

This is the new L.M. ministry, make God our fitness We spiritual captains of industry, study scripture With no filth

And when Yah is the builder, His word in your ear like a symphony The bewildered are familiar, rely on Their scrilla

You can get thrown out a kilter, a friar's a reefer So they catch a seed just like the Philistine

Angels on my shoulders, where they're supposed to be Angels on my shoulders, no one get close to me