Trouble

Troublesome times are near Filling its' hearts with fear Troublesome times are near Filling its' hearts with fear Troublesome Center stage like a Show and Tell Quasi mode I ring bells Yeah they know me well Bigger than life but really I'm a lonely whale I cant love so that's probably why my shoulder's stale My problem started when I told the Devil "No for sale" I closed the well and I told his ass "Go to Hell" All of a sudden everybody in my city mad Niggas hating, I'm just tryin' bring a millie back It's still the dude back-flippin on a pissy mattress I just let it be known that I ain't kissing asses A product of the hood and you can get an address That attitude prolly gets me into that shit But dont confuse me with the other one He livin' good, I'm living Troublesome times are near Filling its' hearts with fear Troublesome times are near Filling its' hearts with fear Troublesome En route to become to master More trouble than filling out a captcha Tussle with trouble the gravity will grab ya You're falling faster Trouble spins on an axis I was laughing with excessive madness As I stood with the last of Jurrasics (Uh) And now I stand with the plastics Turned outstanding to outlasting Yeah, troubles always on my ass It's a close start for the most part Then its practice I always end up walking backwards You dont know good til you know badness You dont know the hood til you know Gladys You don't know how good you have it till you've had it Troublesome times are near Filling its' hearts with fear Troublesome times are near Filling its' hearts with fear Troublesome are here Filling its' hearts with fear Freedom we all hold dear Now is at stake