Dark Cloud - Fashawn

Drop, drop

Is for my niggas in the pen

Drop, drop

For all my brothers in the box

Drop, drop

Hold your head, hold your head

Is my letter to you

I said I knew a new nigga

For the these dark clouds follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle

From out the corners of my eye seen the theme stagger

Up to a hustler in this team with his jeans sagging

Had tilted to the left with a mean swagger

Don’t plan on leaving the scene till this cream add up

Could have got a scholarship, but he fell victim

Drop out twelve grade caught a jail sentence

Had a polluted it with mind state, couldn’t dwell in it

I look at death in his eyes, face was pale skinded

Looking up like a man, but a frail image

Not the normal hustler cause he was kind of timid

About the skinny as a grandma he would drown pitching

Got a taste of that nose candy caught a fly adiction

Ask me if I need it to fix, but I resist it

The block hot keep it moving, is what I insisted

It will take another beat before we realize he’s slipping

Into the cycle we’re all living

It’s called hell prison, prison!

I said I knew a new nigga

For the these dark clouds follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle

I just shown him that he envisions a better life for himself

The type that he don’t have to pedal right for the wealth

Is in the deam let’s keep it up in night, nothing helps

He’s trying to lean in coldine on the shelf

But he becomes hollow as the bottle that he drank

Lives life on the edge, but I doubt he’d ever jump, huh

Trying to find Heaven in hell in every second

Heading into a dead end couldn’t tell you where his head is

Still accounting this paper, preach accounting these blessings

Evil in all directions, heathens was Smith and Westsons

His son’s heathen desperately in need of affection

It’s dead CPS steps in I see him stressing

He threw away his future couldn’t escape his past

Caught up chasing cash, and he made at last

He’s physically free, but confined

His hell is imaginary, the prison is in his mind

I said I knew a new nigga

For the these dark clouds follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow

Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow

Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle