BLUES

Baby, I'm feeling doubt, yeah
Baby, I'm feeling blue, yeah
Baby, I'm in a mess, yeah
Baby, I'm in a shitshow

I stick with my homies, I stick with my crew
I hang with my cousin, he’s rolling some kush
I’m a bit behind, yeah, don’t feel like rushing
Anyway, the world’s shady, yeah
Anyway, the world’s fucked up
I’m gonna blow my face off, hang a politician

Shoot at a cop, end up an alcoholic
My love, I’ve got the blues
My love, I’ve got the blues
My love, I’ve got the blues
My love, I’ve got the blues
Fuck the future, my brain’s fried

Since a brother checked out, the night before, we talked
I don’t believe in much anymore, I quit the dope
I don’t feel alive, the world’s not giving a damn
I’ve looked at the streets, yeah, the brothers are shooting each other
No one talks about love, everyone talks about cash
I took a quarter of Lexo, I called my sister
She talks to me about the stars, I wrote this little rhyme

Yeah, sis, I’ve got the blues
Yeah, sis, I’ve got the blues
Yeah, sis, I’ve got the blues
Yeah, sis, I’ve got the blues

I haven’t cleaned my place, I haven’t taken my meds
Ain’t eating that, I’m a victim of my time
Ready to bleed for a change tomorrow
I don’t like cash, it puts the brothers in a trance
It puts the brothers in jail, I know the hustle
Coke, crack, blotter, my visions are really dark
A world full of addictions, bro, watch your back
The one you call your "bro" can stab you in the back

Yeah, mom, I’ve got the blues
Yeah, mom, I’ve got the blues
Yeah, mom, I’ve got the blues
Yeah, mom, I’ve got the blues, yeah, yeah