Three Tales from Black Duke by THE XAV

I been in a state of mind without a passport to escape
I don’t smoke to take the high road so the low road is fate
Hide the message in a composition cause niggas don’t read
To busy following chicken feed at the top of computer screens
Try to convince myself to keep taking the bull by the horns
Or cushion the fall jumping in roses and wake up in the thorns
Who gonna listen when you got what they want and tryna get
My money spent on shrinks to stop buying material shit

Deep in the alley ways
Deep in my pocket
Deep in the ass
Cheaper than cocaine cracked up
And cheaper than hash
Disappointed in strip joints
My self esteem outa whack
Made half a mill gave half away and it ain't coming back
It’s more fun to play with the devil
I can rise from a lower level
If I trip with the gods the punishment is falling with gold shovels
Then I’m back where I started digging in pockets digging in ass
How deep have I been digging
Dig it don’t even ask

I been called many things
Amongst a liar thief and a cheat
Myself included only person I can blame is me
I’m the person you need
People need people like me
The good guy to point the finger at and say who else could it be
Was a time 2 & a quarters' all I had to my name
An 8 mile I walked and thought to myself what a shame
I had given all I got for somebody else to live life
I looked around ready to fight
There were no return favors in sight

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