Shady Blaze - Foul Times текст песни

Smoking on trees, a boy's gonna get his ways
Can't believe what every day seems
Reality can seem deeper than a dream
Really, I don't give a fuck
Going in to the end then a minute judge
When times get foul, still ball, nigga, air one

A young man with no plan, I don't know what I'm searching for
My family with no financial problems is what I want the most
What would it take to get us comfortable?
This wonderland ain't wonderful but still it's green over, nigga, and nothing more
I'm in the country where you're forced to get a bank account
You don't control your money, that's something you should think about
The media should only focus on our nation now but no
Turn on the news and see Miley Cyrus' ass hanging out
The real is a big joke but forgive me for not laughing
Niggas shot up every day, people dying, the cops harassing
Gotta stop this madness, see, y'all can say I'm paranoid
But grow up where I grew up turn your break into some scary boys
Every single day is lies and lies, I got the shovel digging, find the truth as time goes by
Number one goal for me to keep this music hot
But it's hard when you ain't none of this for the top, you heard

Smoking on trees, a boy's gonna get his ways
Can't believe what every day seems
Reality can seem deeper than a dream
Really, I don't give a fuck
Going in to the end then a minute judge
When times get foul, still ball, nigga, air one

I keep on receiving a dark vibe
But in my dreams I'm seeing Denzel Jones telling me let my heart fly
They wanna have control of our lives, computerizing people
This they aim, they'll turn your brain into a hard drive
Gun to my head, they can never do their job until I heard that suicide is one of the forms of leaving God
I'm a rapper, when I tell people they look at me you ain't paying so much for a doctor or a lawyer
Another life right down the drain, I ain't shit to the people
As much as I try to explain I guess they think I'm one of them niggas
Who treat their shit like a gang, check the resume, it's hell on earth
I'm on the getaway, that nigga Shady fell off hard, that's what they'll never say
Looking out for my family and all the chapters
Music can be a church, the rapper is now a pastor
Number one goal for me to keep this music hot
But it's hard when you ain't none of this for the top, you heard

Smoking on trees, a boy's gonna get his ways
Can't believe what every day seems
Reality can seem deeper than a dream
Really, I don't give a fuck
Going in to the end then a minute judge
When times get foul, still ball, nigga, air one