Now people say I’m jinxed.

Now people say I’m jinxed.
  I got some kind of voodoo hex.
  Life is so complex.
  There’s no telling what can 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 brother
  That’s smarter than most.
  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 a 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,
  definition.
  My game remains no matter the pain.
  I stay the charmer.
  The Don of Karma.
  I navigate it 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.
  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 tamed the threat of my rage.
  I’ve got a lot 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.
  thousand cigarettes
  Won’t change the way we feel.
  The pressure’s fading now
  Can you bare the thought 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 old sayings.
  Cuz if I killed a spider,
  Would my house catch on fire?
  If I walked 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 rain.
  I project 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 forced to adapt to this.
  I would change the past
  If I could have one wish