Cards With The Devil

One day you wake up and you say you wanna be somebody
Just tell yourself «man, you gotta do something»
You go «okay, do something» and you go out there and try to do something
And why did I have to wake up want to be somebody?
I don’t know, you know, I s---
The way you start, you know, you try to be a nice guy and pick your friends and
you hope that they’re gonna be nice guys and…
You find out along the way some of those guys aren’t as nice as you thought.
Maybe you should never even have, uh…
Should never even have, uh… gone the nice route anyways
Cut throat, that’s what you gotta do. You gotta cut the throat
The battleground is out here now and uh…
Everybody knows it and they’re scared and…
There’s not much time left
How come I had to wake up and wanna be somebody?
Somehow I thought elation in this place
Gave in daily to fates that I’m placed in, my plate’s thin
Real hunger made me desire more for all my people starving for love
Heart is harder to touch because it’s harder to trust
That’s a part of the reason that no one tries to discuss
See their eyes with disgust, hatred pointed at us
Disguising secret agendas to keep us back from the place
That we need to be
Easily my easel paints these feelings that we need to keep
I’m speaking while I’m bleeding
These demons reap what we build, I’m not feeling it
Can’t you see that you hurting me?
All these bullets disturbing me
All these doors keep on curbing me
Now I’m lacking in currency, back to the slums
Tryna find a way to live within this man I’ve become
Making dough from this dirt that I’ve been handed in sums
The damage is done
I’m playing cards with the devil, foot on the pedal
No strings attached, need my cash, no Gepetto
Working hard, stay sharp, suckas yap, they bark
'Til they get tested for they heart when it’s dark
Black man with a dream, I’ve realized it means more to me
Than I thought it would when I was on these strings
Little things would eat at me until my grieving
See I would lose my way
Fallen victim to life in a maze
Every truth in turn will be a fading burn that brings me back to a point
My mind was in a daze and my old man
Alone with these plights, we slow dance
Whoa, blood on my hands, stick it on my heart
From the start of it all, it’s the way that I grew to be
Three scars nothing new to me
Real life’s what’s true to me
And that’s the way it goes from the end of the road
I made it on my own
I’m playing cards with the devil, foot on the pedal
No strings attached, need my cash, no Gepetto
Working hard, stay sharp, suckas yap, they bark
'Til they get tested for they heart when it’s dark