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DECK OF CARDS
- Do you know what it's like to have the deck of cards stacked against you...
- when they might fall in any minute? Imagine this...just pretend that...
- you're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired
- of life and sick and freezing and you just wanna fuckin'...just wanna fuckin'
- kill somebody...know what I'm sayin'?
- Yo
- VERSE 1:
- I'm sick of seeing rich college kids acting so broke,
- cracking the jokes, laughing, and half are just ghosts,
- they don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,
- they don't see the corner men and the crack that they smoke,
- like the anonymous "artists" who can't rap with a flow,
- this shit wouldn't happen if famous rappers were dope,
- it will kill me some day, I'm sick of them messing with me,
- my whole entire life it's happened, talking definitely,
- and y'all wonder 'bout my outlook, and why I'm a pessimist,
- well know you got the shit in words, look at evidence,
- in public schools the kids beat up when seeing shook whites,
- they'd whoop my ass after school, would flee at took flight,
- and if I wasn't just so motherfucking weak I would fight,
- and I would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,
- so believe in me and everything I'm speaking tonight,
- the past is so dark, you can't see the shit even in lights
- HOOK:
- Sing with me, sing for the year,
- sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,
- sing with me, just for today,
- maybe tomorrow Good Lord'll take you away
- Even mainstream rappers know the game is in the dark,
- don't look back but don't forget when you're famous and a star,
- and even though you'll have motherfucking haters you'll go far,
- keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,
- people in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,
- looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,
- that's why I'm dropping poems from my Southern shotgun home,
- they pull you in and destroy you like Manson or Prophet Jones,
- that's why I'm representing for the 'hood, and I'm fighting strong,
- I'd never go and sell out for the mainstream and ride along,
- how 'bout I don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?
- How 'bout I talk about pimps and hoes when I go write a song,
- why don't I just sit back and be lazy and just light the bong,
- and waste away my hazy days for lazy ways 'till life is gone,
- and sit back with a smile on? Even if you knew the title,
- I would still be pessimistic, all aggressive in a brutal cycle,
- out of place and tore up like Al Qaeda with a Jewish bible,
- I'm poor but I want success, I don't know who to write to,
- you think I'm serious when I say I'm a psycho? I'm faking,
- don't think my name is Lucifer like I'm a disciple of Satan,
- I'm paranoid like someone holds a sniper rifle just waiting,
- the poor are getting sick, I can't wait for a rise in the nation,
- I've been forsaken by these snakes, and I'll kill every fake,
- 'cuz whatever the hate, I feel like they could never relate
- HOOK:
- Sing with me, sing for the year,
- sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,
- sing with me, just for today,
- maybe tomorrow Good Lord'll take you away
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