Smoke Marathon

Woke up to the cold, can’t trust what I feel,

Phone buzzin’, but I know it ain’t real.

Dark thoughts in my head, I keep the weapon near,

Ain’t no love where I’m from, just blood, sweat, and fear.

Gone,

Mind ascended to the heavens, but my soul still stuck in my body,

Feelin’ dead on the inside, I stay calm while they watch me.

Prayin’ to God, but I’m talkin' to demons,

First shot with a reason, the rest I’m feedin’ them demons.

Hit the vape once, thought it’d clear my mind,

Switched it up to weed, now I’m high above the skies.

But them thoughts stay rollin’, hand on the trigger,

Every move’s a decision, man, life gettin’ bigger.

Woke up, they callin’, I ain’t pickin’ up the line,

Saw my unc bleedin’, they watchin' him die.

Niggas trippin’, but I don’t play, I slide,

Catch you lackin’, I’m dumpin’ the whole mag,

Cuffed up, sittin’ in the back of the ride,

Snitch room, demons whisperin' on the inside.

They ain’t tellin’ me shit, so I keep quiet,

Mind racin’ fast, but I ain't buyin’ they lies.

It’s a cold world, feelin’ numb in my chest,

Family gone, now they tryna see if I’m next.

I can feel the tension — every move, every step,

Lost too many, now my circle’s tight,

Sittin’ in the room, they ask me where I was,

But I keep quiet, don’t need no lawyer, I ain’t sayin' a word,

I ain't snitchin' on my blood, I know how it go,

They'll send you up quick, that’s the way that it’s told.

They want me to crack, but I never fold,

Too many demons on my mind, my heart stay cold.

Cops ask questions, I stay on my toes,

I know the drill — stay silent, don’t fold.

Raised on the block where we fight for respect,

Grew up in the hood, lost more than I can expect.

Unc raised me, when my family abandon me,

Gone, but I’m still here breathin’,

Demons lurkin’, they feastin’ on my grievin’.

Talk to God, but He feel too distant,

Thought I had peace, but it’s fake, inconsistent.

Feelin’ high but I’m low in meaning,

Only peace when my eyes shut, still on my uncle corpse.

I keep my head low, never trustin’ the ops,

Last time I slid, they thought I forgot.

Movin’ silent — low, no talk,

Catch 'em slippin’, get 'em on the block.

Ain’t no love, just too many shots, but we still keep it locked,

If you ain’t with the movement, then I’ll take one for the team,

You ain’t built like us, we’ll leave you for dead,

Five shots in the chamber, three shots to the head,

Left 'em cold, stone, and dead — now they gone, six feet under, brought em to the funeral, laughing why they people crying.

Gone, and the silence screamin’,

Mind in the sky, soul barely breathin’.

Light in my eyes, but the pain got me stuck in the dark,

Hopin’ this hell got a deeper meanin’,

Floatin’ high but I’m still not healin’,

Only peace when the ops dead, their families grievin’.

Trust no one, or you’ll be the next to die,

Caught in the dark with the demons in sight.