(Seth Binzer, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Rust Epique, Bernard Williams, Jay
Gordon)
Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex
Life is so complex there's no telling what could happen next
Life on the edge, fuels the sickness in my head it imbeds the type of thoughts
that got a lot of brothers dead
The smarter brother knows to keep his foes close and I'm the type of brothers
that smarter than most
A cold hearted overdose of lyrical antidotes
The cure to make sure my karma can't take me down
Up to the same old tricks I wonder if I'll stick around is a penny really lucky
If you find it on the ground?
What's the problem with this town?
I can't figure it out my karma's crashing down in the form of a black cloud.
Chorus:
I've got a little black cloud, that follows me everywhere I go it takes over me
(X2)
I'm sick
I've got a real ill disposition my intentions are pure but there's no cure for
my condition
My decisions put me in the wrong positions
Chasing pipe dreams of fame and recognition
The Epic
Not only a name a definition
My game remains no matter the pain
I stay the charmer
The Don of Karma
I navigate like the Dalai Lama
I ain't a saint but I've got Joi de vie and I'm the one to blame If the cloud
rains on me
I can't complain about it or even let regret
Provoke the energy it takes
For me to get upset
A bad boy since birth so I can't forget what goes around comes around and it
ain't got me yet
I've gotten wise in my age and tame the threat of my rage
I've got allot to learn and I've got money to spend to pretend is reaping more
than sewing ever could mend.
CHORUS:
Trade my torches for a dime.
The pressure's fading away now.
Black cloud's lifted for the light The pressure's fading away now.
A thousands cigarettes won't change the way we feel
The pressure's fading now, can you bare the though of knowing truth?
Knowing truth?
I was rapping in the rain hoping that my luck would change and if there's any
truth to all those all sayings
Cuz if I kill a spider would my house catch on fire?
If I walk under a ladder would it matter?
I tend to laugh when black cats cross my path
Break mirrors in half Just to test the aftermath
Now here comes the rain
I protect my pain
Trying to make sense of these crazy things
I'm a diamond in the rough could I suffer enough?
I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck
These hard times got me stuck, stuck in a jam
I'm the monkey on your back and the crack in the dam
Disastrous
Took time to master this and the past is just a map to capture this
In the darkness I'm force to adapt to this
I would change the past if I could have one wish.
Chorus:
Trade my torches for a dime.
The pressure's fading away now.
Black cloud's lifted for the light The pressure's fading away now.
A thousands cigarettes won't change the way we feel
The pressure's fading now, can you bare the though of knowing truth?
Knowing truth?