Kojaque—Black Sheep, Pt. I

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Six deep with a cravin’ for tree
My phone beeps, I hit green with a sickenin’ speed
He said, «What’s your poison?»
«Twenty-five’d be nice, is that twenty-five to life?»
You could tell I was new at this, right?
«You know the back alley behind the park?
I’ll be chillin’ ’til after dark
You wanna come ’round and spark?»
Cool, I laced my athletics up
Then I bolted, it’s a solid fifteen to the gates
He’d be insulted if I don’t puff like one of his mates
I don’t wanna crush toes, I don’t wanna be late
There ain’t but half the sun showin’
I reach the green, see the whip with the blunt out glowin’
Now where there’s smoke there’s fire, I hope I don’t get sparked
I’m too drunk to swing a punch if all that bullshit starts, mmm
Trade glances, cash to hand action
Slipped a gift, a present into my palm and I’m dancin’
Turn to leave and he pulls out a light
«Don’t wanna check it’s alright?»
Couldn’t tell my ass from my elbow
Fuck it, I’ll try

And so we smoke
One for the pleasure
One for the pain
One for the stress you got buildin’ on your brain
One for that kid that O.D.’d off the ‘caine
Once more ’til you can’t recall your name, mmm

Fuck, I wish I just jetted but yet I paddle for bruises
The bag don’t need to be vetted
Plus fuck it, look it, I’m clueless
I give the nod, the old, «She looks grand, thanks» and turn
A court summons in hand, a little less in the bank
Here’s where predicaments start
I really shouldn’t be roamin’ this part of town past dark
Nokia’s just lost charge, here’s where I lose my life
Or a tooth or two, chug a can of Boost to beat the mornin’ like a rooster do
Swore I heard commotion, pause the beat to clear the cost then
Phew, it’s nothin’
Just some kids out drinkin’
Just the same old shit that I’d be into each weekend
With the same old goal to get them brain cells weakened
Who the fuck am I to start preachin’?

And so we drink
One for the pleasure
One for the pain
One for the stress you got buildin’ on your brain
One for that kid that O.D.’d off the ‘caine
Once more ’til you can’t recall your name
And so we drink
One for the pleasure
One for the pain
One for the stress you got buildin’ on your brain
One for that kid that O.D.’d off the ‘caine
Once more ’til you can’t recall your name

I’m through the thick of it, almost reachin’ the picket fence
But I’m not out the woods yet
So is it worth it just to risk my health
To meet a stranger in a field for a bag to be dealt?
These days honest men gotta make ends meet by crooked means
And crooked men continue takin’ nations to knees
Makin’ your blood bubble and boil, toein’ the line
Man the modern-day myth is just a «Help Wanted» sign, but
Maybe that’s the shit that’s on his mind
‘Cause I was rollin’ when he rolled up from behind

And he swung
Once for the pleasure
Once for the pain
Once for the stress he had buildin’ on his brain
Once for his brother who O.D.’d off the ‘caine
Once more ’til I can’t recall my name
And he swung
Once for the pleasure
Once for the pain
Once for the stress he had buildin’ on his brain
Once for his brother who O.D.’d off the ‘caine
Once more ’til I can’t recall my name
And he swung
Once for the pleasure
Once for the pain
Once for the stress he had buildin’ on his brain
Once for his brother who O.D.’d off the ‘caine
Once more ’til I can’t recall my name
And he swung
Once for the pleasure
Once for the pain
Once for the stress he had buildin’ on his brain
Once for his brother who O.D.’d off the ‘caine
Once more ’til I can’t recall my—