D.E.A.D. - After The Smoke

Are you bored with life?

I’m tryna soothe ya pain

Tell me who’s to blame

We won’t talk about that night a-gain

Refrain, walking that dark road of shame

Syrup in my cup, yuck

Wake me up when the sun grows up

Opened the front door and I nearly froze up

Keep it on the hush, 'til the cops bring the cuffs

Never been surprised, whole game been corrupt

Blame it on your dumb luck

My neighborhood look just like us

The community is all fucked up

And even when the rain comes down it only falls on me

(where ya change at, baby?)

We tried, but failed and fell to always be

(show me ya problems and I’ll show you mine)

Show me your problems, I’ll show you mine

All of these problems that I deal with

Coke fetish, no credit?

Don’t sweat it, let’s go get it

How you manage to survive?

I defy limits

A fine line between dying and being diabetic

High roller, but he can’t roll

My girl twist up with that swisher with her eyes closed

Stop fucking up the blunt, what a cunt

Culinary, I eat a bitch for lunch

While I’m riding through the city, pocket full of jewelry

Usually be the person that they talking 'bout

Often doubt government, struggling

Momma still juggling and barely make a penny

What you talking 'bout?

I pull this pump from outta the pocket, you don’t want me to pop it

Wanna make a profit, so I chalk 'em out

Wanna talk business, kill the witness

Flipping money over bitches, what you cooking in ya kitchen

Don’t be talking 'bout

Show me your problems, I’ll show you mine

Show me your problems, I’ll show you mine

Could be a part of his grand design

Pretty bad way to fall, dead in the night