TITLE: FALLEN CARTOON ANGEL
[Hook – Cold Verse]
Fallen angel, black wings, cracked halo on tilt,
God kicked me off the cloud, now I’m back in the filth.
Half trauma, half villain with a Saturday grin,
I’m the joke and the curse that let the bad guys in.
[Verse 1 – Cold Verse]
I ain’t fall in slow motion with a choir on strings,
I woke up in a world that don’t care ‘bout wings.
Mama whisperin’ my name in a tired lil’ prayer,
Felt Heaven hit mute, left us hangin’ in the air.
If I ever had grace, it got scraped in the fights,
Tore feathers on fences, lost glow in the nights.
I learned halos crack fast when your anger don’t heal,
When apologies cheap and betrayal feel real.
I was that kid in the back with the too-old stare,
Laughin’ at the wrong time just to hide that I care.
If God had a plan, I was scribbled in red,
Little warning in the margin: “Watch this one” instead.
So I grew me some horns where the halo slipped,
Turned shame into armor, turned hurt into script.
Now I bless every track with a sideways joke,
Make the saints look twice while the sinners feel spoke.
[Hook – Cold Verse]
Fallen angel, black wings, cracked halo on tilt,
God kicked me off the cloud, now I’m back in the filth.
Half trauma, half villain with a Saturday grin,
I’m the joke and the curse that let the bad guys in.
[Verse 2 – Cold Verse]
I’m the cartoon devil on your left side smirkin’,
Commentary on your life while the plot twist workin’.
Tell you, “Text that one person you know bad for your peace,”
Then narrate the explosion with my feet on the seat.
I turn heartbreak scenes to a late-night skit,
Draw fangs on the past, then I laugh at it.
But behind every punchline there’s a crack in the glass,
Every crazy lil’ bar got a ghost in the past.
You see horns and a tail and a wide dumb grin,
I see armor I built not to cave back in.
I joke ‘cause it’s safer than sayin’ “I’m hurt,”
So I juggle my sins while I balance this dirt.
If Heaven don’t claim me, fine, I claim this mess,
Crown sittin’ sideways on a black hoodie chest.
I’m the one in the corner makin’ chaos look fun,
Cold Verse, fallen son with a loaded tongue.
[Verse 3 – Cold Verse]
Now I’m breakin’ Hell loose with a cartoon smile,
Turn demons into extras, make ‘em march in a line.
Kick doors off hinges in the halls of doubt,
Let the rage off leash, let the weirdness out.
I’ll play bad guy loud if it frees my kind,
All the misfit souls with a warped design.
If God cast us away, then we crash this stage,
Turn exile energy to a spotlight blaze.
I don’t beg for a cloud or a seat up there,
I build thrones out of flaws, crown ‘em all with a stare.
When the credits roll slow and they judge my worth,
Just write: “Fell hard, laughed harder” under Cold Verse.
[Hook – Outro]
Fallen angel, black wings, cracked halo on tilt,
God kicked me off the cloud, now I’m back in the filth.
Half trauma, half villain with a Saturday grin,
I’m the joke and the curse that let the bad guys in.
ColdVerse
