Great Depression

Where my time at?
Fell deep in depression, had to climb back.
Gave you my all but I can never get the time back.
I feel lost, baby tell me where my mind at.
My heart heavy when it beats this the soundtrack.
Light a blunt, take a lil shot of cognac.
The bottle gone, wonder why I ain't gone yet.
They throw dirt on my name, where the stones at?
God calling me home, where my phone at?
I missed that call he aint answer when I called back.
Cuz lately I aint been feeling all that.
Gun to my head and a clip full of prozac.
Something in my head, tells me pull it and the pain gone numb.
But the devil can't fool me cuz the rain gone come.
Keep laying brick and your lane gone come.
Don't let them ever say you ain't the one.
Hit every target when you bang your gun.
Aiming at n*ggas trying to shade your sun.
Obama told us that the change gone come.
Who the f*uck would have thought it'll be Donald Trump.
He gives us 4 more years, we won't make it a month.
N*ggas take your real life, and they make it a stunt.
But the soul burn slow like White Owl blunts.
I told you what happens to n*ggas when they put on a front.
I just keep it positive n*gga, spreading the love.
A lot of my n*ggas in the ground and I'm bugged.
Every time I take a sip of these champagne suds.
Makes me want to turn a n*gga to dust.

Yeah Yeah Aye
Is it my... Is it my time to go
Is it my... Is it my time to go