Dark Days

Mama say hard time's don't last, but why i'm still feeling like this
Too scared to speak on feelings, open notes I guess i'll write this
I'm hearing these voices in my head, like speak up now I need a mic check
I'm so sorry to my niggas and my folks who I ain't write yet
Told my god remove the fake, the ones I love start turning backs on me
The guys i'm with they tote more than just 50, don't care for accuracy
And every city link up with the real, I got them racks with me
And if you need the sauce my bro he got it, just a stack a piece
Yeah
And I don't bang but I got mob ties
My brother fighting for his life, he feel alone but bro we all crying
Don't care if you crip or if you blood, these niggas all slime
Sit back smoke this pain away, I reminisce bout hard times
Dark days
Dark days
Don't care if you crip or if you blood, these niggas all slime
Dark days
Dark days
Sit back smoke this pain away, I reminisce bout hard times



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Sweat
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