Cloud 9

This is what I'm constantly thinking about

The record in my mind always spinning round and round

I can hear the vinyl crackling out loud

Sometimes i feels like it's pulling me under

Deep Too the bottom to drown

Often getting high Is the only way I make it out

But let's say metaphorically the drugs create a cloud

Like heaven, pure bliss, you swear you never want down

Then in turn, well say reality represents the ground

By reality I mean life, and the stress that comes with it

Stressing about the money

Dreams of how to get it

Too much time on that cloud

Comes with an addiction

Waking up from blacking out from the xanex mixing

Your girl waking up to holes in the walls got her bitching

Eventually to her very own cloud she's drivin

Up and down to the sky they living

Next thing you catching charges but don't forget the fucking eviction

Looking back, sht gets fucked up so fast it's fucking sickning

Full-time on the streets, it's hot

Finessed a couple plugs, in turn brings friction

So put your hood on, keep your head down, boy best keep your distance

We'll call it luck for now, but you know how it go, the game brings death or prison

Fact by statistics

At night he bobs his head

Thousands of pages in notebooks

Written

More than a hobby, to him hip hop is more of a religion

Knowing suicide is closer than a career musician

But as long as the beats still bumps in his mind

Ain't no quitting

 

(Chorus)

Dreams yeah they may cost you

Without them way too many lost too

The fall from high above

You think that anyone?

Realizes what it is before what it was?

....Does that sound dumb?

Dreams yeah they may cost you

Without them way too many lost too

The far fall from the sky

I wonder why?

So many wonder what if they tried there whole fucking life?

..... Instead of trying

Like I am

 

My picture could be painted by a fucking blindman

There I go cussing for no reason like all the time and

I'm the product of early drug abuse and parents fighting

Way to emotional, growing up throwing tantrums and crying

Way too oftem

Growing up with led Zeppelin next to my eazy e

Outkast next to Janis Joplin

Selling weed at 12 so 16 I'm acid dropping

Stints county jail

A limp in my walking

Fuck twelve

Any sign you snitch, hope you found in dirt coffin

Thats real talk, real life

I could of lied about shooting guns and head popping

But I hear that bullsht too often

And if I did anyway you wouldn't hear me out her flexing, I know you pigs watching

Informants informing

Controlled buys, controlling

Lies spun up to build a case like a coiling

Streets be heating up like the meth on the foil be

Government be lying to the people about how important there vote means

Heroin epidemic at highs, got young girls out here hoing

Not to mention all family members and victims that cope, the fucking dope brings

Won't catch me voting

Might catch me weighing sht out wrapping it up like a Trojan

Serving in a silver focus

License and registration all good so might be pistol totting

Hand it down to some people probably go back get to cooking and needle poking

Wipe that smile off your face kid I ain't joking

 

(Chorus)

Dreams yeah they may cost you

Without them way too many lost too

The fall from high above

You think that everyone?

Realizes what it is before what it was?

....Does that sound dumb?

Dreams yeah they may cost you

Without them way too many lost too

The far fall from the sky

I wonder why?

So many wonder what if they tried there whole fucking life?

..... Instead of trying

Like I am