Throwing Rocks at Angels

[Verse 1]
I'd die for you
Good morning
Halo over my headache
Ashtray gospel
Coffee in a paper cup handshake
Wrote my own scripture
On the back of a court date letter
Ink like incense
Praying every bar makes me better
I'm that rebel
Tattoos on the parts I wanna forget
Turn my rap sheet
To a set list
Never reject
You see the change
But you scroll through the old me
Bitter
Like you need my sins
Just to make your shadow look bigger
[Chorus]
Don't throw rocks at angels
When they drag themselves from the dirt (hey!)
Don't quote my past like scripture
When I'm bleeding
Doing the work
If I climb out this danger
And you still point back at the hurt
That's like throwing rocks at angels
Then crying when you get hurt
[Verse 2]
You shout my old charges
Like a chorus in a petty song
But I broke them bars
Turned that bunk bed to a stepping stone
You love my testimony
‘til it makes you face your own lies
You want a martyr
Just to pin my picture over your pride
I stitched my name
On a jacket I ain't wear no more
Hung it by the door
As a warning what I'm praying for
If God gave grace
Who are you to keep receipts on my sins?
If the judge said "case dismissed"
Why you tryna open it again?
[Chorus]
Don't throw rocks at angels
When they drag themselves from the dirt (from the dirt)
Don't quote my past like scripture
When I'm bleeding
Doing the work (doing the work)
If I climb out this danger
And you still point back at the hurt
That's like throwing rocks at angels
Then crying when you get hurt (yeah)

Grimy hip-hop with swung drums, dusty chopped samples, and warm bassline; verse in a tight pocket with intricate internal rhymes, hook opens wider with shouted group vocals on key phrases; subtle organ stabs and filtered choirs add a street-gospel feel, male vocals gritty but melodic on the chorus