drop drop is for my niggas in the pen drop drop for all my brothers in the box drop drop hold your head hold your head is my letter to you i said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds follow cause while it s over me is too black to see tomorrow said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow cause while it s over me is too black to see tomorrow said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow cause while it s over me is too dark to see tomorrow take another sip from the bottle bottle bottle from out the corner of my eye seen the fiend stagger up to a hustler in this teens with his jeans sagging hat tilted to the left with a mean swagger don t plan on leaving the scene till this cream add up could have got a scholarship but he fell victim dropped out twelve grade caught a jail sentence had a polluted mind state couldn t dwell in it a look of death in his eyes face was pale skinned looking not like a man but a frail image not the normal hustler cause he was kind of timid about as skinny as a gram he would try and pitch it got a taste of that nose candy caught a fly addiction ask me if i need it to fix but i resisted the block hot keep it moving is what i insisted it will take another bid before he realize he s slipping into the cycle we re all living it s called hell prison prison i said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds follow cause while it s over me is too black to see tomorrow said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow cause while it s over me is too black to see tomorrow said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow cause while it s over me is too dark to see tomorrow take another sip from the bottle bottle bottle  i assume that he envisions a better life for himself the type that he don t have to pedal white for the wealth is in the demons let s keep it up in night nothing helps he tried lean and codeine in the sprite on the shelf but he becomes hollow as the bottle that he drunk lives life on the edge but i doubt he d ever jump huh trying to find heaven in hell in every second heading into a dead end couldn t tell you where his head is still accounting this paper preacher counting his blessings evil in all directions heathens was smith n wessons his son s teething desperately in need of affection instead cps steps in i see him stressing he threw away his future couldn t escape his past caught up chasing cash an inmate at last he s physically free but confined his hell is imaginary the prison is in his mind i said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds follow cause while it s over me is too black to see tomorrow said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow cause while it s over me is too black to see tomorrow said i need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow cause while it s over me is too dark to see tomorrow take another sip from the bottle bottle bottle1