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Start Streaming Now“We Need Angels” by Tobe Nwigwe, featuring Chance the Rapper, PJ Morton, and Sage Nwigwe, is a moving collaboration that blends hip-hop, gospel, and soul to create a heartfelt call for divine assistance.
Tobe’s raw and reflective lyricism, paired with Chance’s vulnerable and introspective verse, highlights the pressing need for spiritual intervention in turbulent times.
PJ Morton’s smooth, gospel-inspired vocals elevate the track, while Sage Nwigwe’s ethereal contributions bring a sense of purity and hope.
The fusion of these artists creates a powerful anthem, one that speaks to the human need for protection, peace, and grace in the face of life’s struggles.
“WE NEED ANGELS”
(feat. Chance the Rapper, PJ Morton & Sage Nwigwe)
But I’m from where a king can have offspring
And never lay eyes on their heirOh, it’s painful
But those be the cards that we dealt
We need angels
To help us come and fight all this hell
Surrounding us
It feels like hell ’round here
I swear, it feels like hell ’round here
I swear, it feels like hell ’round here
I swear, it feels like hell ’round here
I swear
In the darkness
Them demons play you close
And we feel surrounded but alone
They doubt my nigga in his home
So me and mine keep a pole
‘Cause, it’s painful
But those be the cards that we dealt
We need angels
To help us come and fight all this hell
Surrounding us
It feels like hell ’round here
I swear, it feels like hell ’round here
I swear, it feels like hell ’round here
I swear, it feels like hell ’round here
I swear
In dystopia for a discount
The doctors doing dirty work, the prisons doing miscounts
The opps and the top shot-callers having sit-downs
The goal is to get down with the get-downs
If God bless America then God bless a Babylon
They build a ladder to a satellite then rounded up the chatter through a saddle [?]
Threw us in a battle just to settle on 40 acres
I know dudes that never even had a lawn
Come on now, 40 days, yet another monsoon
They gotta fix Jackson, fix Flint sometime soon
How they finna get rid of guns? I need mine soon
Every reparation but ours, I need mine soon
They build a ladder out of people, they some heavy steppers
They left some people underwater, they some levy steppers
Then they dip like the gyro with the heavy peppers
Took our faces out the book, I call it heavy metal
Lord, God, protect the class from the soldiers
They come from patrolling in the schools to control us
They got a pipeline from the stroller to the hold
And while your counterparts loafin’, keep scrollin’, keep trollin’
The rain won’t let up the pain won’t let up
Some days I’m underfed, some days I’m fed up
Some days I lay in bed, grief fills my head up
I start to feel set up
The art getting wet up
When the rain falls every roof gets it’s fair share
When the rain falls every roof gets it’s fair share (Get’s it fair share)