Unangelic

Uhh...
I'm unangelic
I fell through the skies
when I arrived
Or at least that's the way
that they tell it
Either way, I don't remember
but I'm remembered
So I walk around on this earth
because my wings have been severed
I's still fly though
Whether it's my clothes
or my prose
and even then I find those
to be the lies
Or the drip from a divine hose
        I don't know
So everywhere that I go
I bring the fruit of knowledge
But you know I'm making wine slow
You keep your mind closed
I peep the vine
And I know just where to find those
And I help mine grow
But they know you better get
At least as high as I go
That shit might make your mind slow
I'm making mine grow
While I been lying low
I never lie though
Except for that right there
My bad
 I promise I won't lie no more
Aw shucks, hands behind my back
My fingers tied hoe