cigarettes and chocolate (remix)

cold blooded

not stunting

broker than a motherfucker

really doing nothing

telling stories 'bout the bottom

watching life pass by

my god

look at all the time i have wasted

think about the past and i wonder what the fuck i could have been

can you tell me why i'm feeling all alone once again?

i'm in need of a pen and pad for the pain

i put it up on the paper the way that i can explain

i try to be incidental and never take it in vain

i pop a couple of pills and the problems they all drain

in the music

abusing

but now i'm sedated from getting fucked up on the daily

won't somebody save me?

my nigga

i feel crazy

walking on the edge

i don't think that i'ma make it

all of this came from my isolation

i been talking to the shadows on the wall like a conversation

case in point to prove my sanity will elude

looking with a blank stare but tell me that you're amused

refused to be a number

i said that i'm realistic

realize all the time the potential i was given is a waste of a life if i never even use it

intrusive illusions

the views that attract 'em

i do it for the love

not financial benefactors

and whenever you ask

i'm saying it never mattered 'cause money is monetary and momentarily here

i fear that i must set it as a goal to achieve

believe in no one 'cause lies'll deceive

everything ain't what it seems

the way in which you perceive

the people you idolize

you place 'em up on that pedestal

then knock 'em off that motherfucker whenever you feel like the sound ain't real

so it no longer relates the way that it would the pain that we feeling up on the constant

lawd

i

try to find a young niggas soul

been defeated by the evils of the world

i was looking in the mirror and tryna to figure out the person that i am

but the fact of the matter is that i couldn't understand

when you plan to be the man but it never comes to fruition

you would think about a sin and you pray that you've been forgiven

i am living with regrets

trying to find out why the dream it seems that i have made a mistake

jokes on me

morbidly

i can see the truth and it's right in front of my face

shit's fake

only so much i can take 'fore a motherfucker break

my reality resided in my makaveli tapes

a place to find peace whenever this man speaks

the topic is compassion that everybody's lacking

and i'm a fucking hypocrite

i'm no better than you

even though it's gonna hurt

i gotta give 'em the truth

the proof they all needed and wanted was in the energy

but when i die they promising a nigga they'll remember me

apparently it's sentimental

something i could never see

it's harder to believe that it's actually hopeless

long as i don't ever lose focus

you already know this

giving everything that you expect

coming through with a list of bills with a lit cigarette

the logical next step is to take a deep breath