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Lyrics
[Intro]
Hands black from the smoke (yeah)
Halo bent in the gutter
Whole sky lookin' away from me
But I still hear a distant flutter
[Verse 1]
Mama said I came out cryin'
Like I already knew the cost
Nurse swear she saw wings twitch
Soon as they cut the cord off
Grew up where the prayers rust
Under bridges tagged in red
Learned to tuck a blade and a Bible
Underneath the same bed
Court dates, candles, vigils
Same faces, different shirts
Every blessing feel borrowed
Every favor paid in dirt
I ain’t perfect, I ain’t pure
But I’m chosen, I can tell
Got a feather in my pocket
I’m an angel born in hell
[Chorus]
I’m an angel born in hell, yeah
White wings in the flames, I don’t melt (I don’t melt)
Got a halo made of thorns on my head
But I still walk like I’m guided, I’m felt
I’m an angel born in hell, uh
Heart gold but the hands got scars
If I climb out this pit one time
I’m draggin’ my people to the stars
[Verse 2]
Judge read my name so often
Sounded like a broken hook
Public defender yawning
Didn’t even open the book
But I seen good in the monsters
Saw the fear behind they eyes
We just kids that grew in concrete
Never learned to trust the sky
Told God, “If you really listen
You gon’ have to meet me here
In the alley by the liquor store
Where we baptize in the beer”
He ain’t answer with a thunderclap
Just a siren, distant yell
Then a stranger handed me a lighter
Said, “Go and set fire to this shell”
[Chorus]
I’m an angel born in hell, yeah
White wings in the flames, I don’t melt (nah)
Got a halo made of thorns on my head
But I still walk like I’m guided, I’m felt
I’m an angel born in hell, uh
Heart gold but the hands got scars
If I climb out this pit one time
I’m draggin’ my people to the stars
[Bridge]
If I gotta bleed to break these chains (break these chains)
Then cut me deep, I’ll stain this ground
If the light too bright for a soul like mine
I’ll glow in the gutter, still hold it down (hold it down)
[Chorus]
I’m an angel born in hell, yeah
White wings in the flames, I don’t melt
Got a halo made of thorns on my head
But I still walk like I’m guided, I’m felt
I’m an angel born in hell, uh
Heart gold but the hands got scars
If I climb out this pit one time
I’m draggin’ my people to the stars (to the stars)
Details
GeneratedJan 25, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageSV
Style
rap, Dark cinematic trap beat with male vocals; distant choirs and filtered bells set a haunted tone, 808s hit heavy under crisp hats. Verses stay tight and aggressive, double-time pockets and inside rhymes, then chorus widens with stacked chants and a rising synth drone. Occasional pitched-down ad-libs answer key lines for a conflicted, heroic-villain energy arc.
Credits
Prompt by
OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
Angel Born in Hell, male, rap
