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