[Verse 1: Jay Electronica] Have you ever ever ever been depressed so bad It was a struggle every day not to regret your past Feeling cursed like you never ever get your swag And you was speeding down the highway when your threshold pass When you cried all your tears out And one page of your diary can tell you what your year ’bout That’s a lonely place My mama said “Son, why such a lonely face?” Because the pressure’s on me Plus I feel like Bill Murray trapped in Punxsutawney Dr. Phil told me that I can sell crack or hit the army Look at where we live at Tell me you don’t hear that Tell me you don’t feel that Show me to the way out Tell me when pastor Raphael gon’ reveal that If not, man I’m outta here I’m just a sleep walking robot that’s outta gear I stick my nose out the water to the sky for air Lama sabachthani I’m trying to see light but the devil trying to blind me The grim reaper walking with his shovel right behind me Trying to introduce me to the untimely unkindly I Walk the line finely like Johnny Cash But I keep getting visits from the ghost of the past So I spark another L then I go to the pad
[Bridge]
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah I can reconcile being depressed real bad I’m a thinker not a drinker but still I hennessy drag Alcohol numbs the pain like with novacane stabs In your arteries pardon me but my city go mad Via Compton California, corners with coroners and karma on em Colors corresponding to gangs upon us Common corrupted crip & piru’s cripple the city Triple the crime, Bible nor the Qur’an can save Welcome don’t be afraid, your city similar right? Where the choppers kidnap the night and police silence your rights Stare at the sky wonder will you live to see 25? I’m 22 at 20 I knew I was against the odds This kid named Jonathan was monitorin’ His momma & sister, his older cousin he honoured him Anonymous bodies on his burner was astonishin’ To Johnny he might have been a modern day rider then He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big Fascinated by mayhem, what’s his cousin to say now? He wanna be from the hood that he’s from and thats one More gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings like KFC Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says “the hood made me” No love just spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, hanging with rah rah’s with blah blah’s That sit on the block catching fades & licks, going on missions with lunatics A 9th grade menace thuging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts An hour the power of banging, he was walking… *3 Gun Shots* Little Johnny
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