Текст песни Indica Thoughts - Black Damien

Somedays I look at the atmosphere And stare
Somedays I wish not to go anywhere
Parents couldn't afford my eye Surgery
In emergency for urgent care with Medicare
Single mothers getting $500 for EBT
So she can put food in Tupperware
Remember my fridge being bare
Seeing things that weren't actually There
Kindred spirits upstairs
Of our former mayor
My uncle was a loner before they Yelled clear
And he was no longer here
Aspirations float in the air
Reason being I left the scenery of Spiritual death
In depth at my previous lair
Yeah life's not fair
But compared to us who has it this Rough

Smoking to keep from loafing
Facing Woods on the dolor

Smoking to keep from loafing
Facing Woods on the dolor

Pass me something to light
Slumming with my life

Pass me something to light
Slumming with my life

Only third world countries
Mexico hanging addicts and the Depressed by their Feet
Forcing them to eat rotten vegetables
Our lack of knowledge is incredible
Prisoners fighting the Cali wildfires
But when they get out of prison
They will not be hired
Our life is given with sole assembly Required
Young ones look at pimps and kingpins And get Inspired
Of these songs you all are growing tired
Seeing several stares
In mostly a back drop of those whom Don't care
The sidewalk compares to looming
Satanic lair a purveyor of despair
Repair which is in disrepair
Internally and become blissful Externally