Lyrics D.E.A.D. - After The Smoke

D.E.A.D.

Are you bored with life?
I’m tryna soothe ya pain
Tell me who’s to blame
We won’t talk about that night a-gain
Refrain, walking that dark road of shame
Syrup in my cup, yuck
Wake me up when the sun grows up
Opened the front door and I nearly froze up
Keep it on the hush, 'til the cops bring the cuffs
Never been surprised, whole game been corrupt
Blame it on your dumb luck
My neighborhood look just like us
The community is all fucked up
And even when the rain comes down it only falls on me
(where ya change at, baby?)
We tried, but failed and fell to always be
(show me ya problems and I’ll show you mine)
Show me your problems, I’ll show you mine
All of these problems that I deal with
Coke fetish, no credit?
Don’t sweat it, let’s go get it
How you manage to survive?
I defy limits
A fine line between dying and being diabetic
High roller, but he can’t roll
My girl twist up with that swisher with her eyes closed
Stop fucking up the blunt, what a cunt
Culinary, I eat a bitch for lunch
While I’m riding through the city, pocket full of jewelry
Usually be the person that they talking 'bout
Often doubt government, struggling
Momma still juggling and barely make a penny
What you talking 'bout?
I pull this pump from outta the pocket, you don’t want me to pop it
Wanna make a profit, so I chalk 'em out
Wanna talk business, kill the witness
Flipping money over bitches, what you cooking in ya kitchen
Don’t be talking 'bout
Show me your problems, I’ll show you mine
Show me your problems, I’ll show you mine
Could be a part of his grand design
Pretty bad way to fall, dead in the night