Angels with Dirty Faces

[Hook: Eamon]
All the men I held up high, people I admired
Were the gangster types, or the dope fiend kinds
Guys with guns and overcoats, or died from overdoses
Made an impact then, and shaped the very man I am
Here's to all who, all who came before me
Made a young man dream, dream, dream

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
The heroes in my home wasn't like yours
Portraits of Genovese over the light doors
My pops spoke highly of Giuseppe Dovi
Told me 'bout the wise guys over macaroni
My uncle Rudy was a don in the 50's
Real greaseball shit, I'm talkin' 'bout the guineas
Can't forget my uncle Mickey
He the first one to show me how to shoot a blicky in a jiffy
Then Angelo Bruno would run the city
The down south don who immigrated from Sicily
It was other crews, but they was sloppy
Chickie [Redacted] shot my uncle Bobby
Did they retaliate properly?
He got booked and did thirty years choppy
These were the men that I was enamored by
The type of man that my whole family glamorized

[Hook: Eamon]
All the men I held up high, people I admired
Were the gangster types or the dope fiend kinds
Guys with guns and overcoats, or died from overdoses
Made an impact then, and shaped the very man I am
Here's to all who, all who came before me
Made a young man dream, dream, dream

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
The heroes in my life wasn't the same as you
I worshiped Brian Wilson and all the things he do
The drugs he would do hardly conceivable
Schizoactive it was untreatable
David Ruffin was a coke fiend
Collapsed at a crack house around the dope fiends
We played In My Stride when he died
One of the greatest singers of all time
I was intrigued by the darkness
Hearing Frankie Lymon sing was catharsis
Found dead, needle in his arm, 25
Fuck around with most high pay a heavy fine
Sinatra was a womanizer, Jimi was a junky
But they was inspirations to me, I'ma keep it funky
Phil Lynott drank himself into an early grave
But I was still playing all of his records every day
I love Cliff Burton muffled tones
Why did I gravitate to all the troubled souls?
May Allah forgive their sins, grant them Jannah too
Your life is worth living if you left a jewel

[Hook: Eamon]
All the men I held up high, people I admired
Were the gangster types or the dope fiend kinds
Guys with guns and overcoats, or died from overdoses
Made an impact then, and shaped the very man I am
Here's to all who, all who came before me
Made a young man dream, dream, dream