Cigarettes And Chocolate (Remix)

Cold blooded, not stunting
Broker than a motherfucker, really doing nothing
Telling stories 'bout the bottom, watching life pass by
My god, look at all the time I have wasted
Think about the past and I wonder what the fuck I could have been
Can you tell me why I'm feeling all alone once again?
I'm in need of a pen and pad for the pain
I put it up on the paper the way that I can explain
I try to be incidental and never take it in vain
I pop a couple of pills and the problems they all drain
In the music, abusing, but now I'm sedated from getting fucked up on the daily
Won't somebody save me?
My nigga, I feel crazy
Walking on the edge, I don't think that I'ma make it
All of this came from my isolation
I been talking to the shadows on the wall like a conversation
Case in point to prove my sanity will elude
Looking with a blank stare but tell me that you're amused
Refused to be a number, I said that I'm realistic
Realize all the time the potential I was given is a waste of a life if I never even use it
Intrusive illusions, the views that attract 'em
I do it for the love, not financial benefactors
And whenever you ask, I'm saying it never mattered 'cause money is monetary and momentarily here
I fear that I must set it as a goal to achieve
Believe in no one 'cause lies'll deceive
Everything ain't what it seems, the way in which you perceive
The people you idolize, you place 'em up on that pedestal
Then knock 'em off that motherfucker whenever you feel like the sound ain't real
So it no longer relates the way that it would the pain that we feeling up on the constant, lawd

I, try to find a young niggas soul
Been defeated by the evils of the world
I was looking in the mirror and tryna to figure out the person that I am
But the fact of the matter is that I couldn't understand
When you plan to be the man but it never comes to fruition
You would think about a sin and you pray that you've been forgiven
I am living with regrets, trying to find out why the dream it seems that I have made a mistake
Jokes on me, morbidly
I can see the truth and it's right in front of my face
Shit's fake, only so much I can take 'fore a motherfucker break
My reality resided in my Makaveli tapes
A place to find peace whenever this man speaks
The topic is compassion that everybody's lacking
And I'm a fucking hypocrite, I'm no better than you
Even though it's gonna hurt, I gotta give 'em the truth
The proof they all needed and wanted was in the energy
But when I die they promising a nigga they'll remember me
Apparently it's sentimental, something I could never see
It's harder to believe that it's actually hopeless
Long as I don't ever lose focus
You already know this
Giving everything that you expect
Coming through with a list of bills with a lit cigarette
The logical next step is to take a deep breath