Dark Days

[Hook] This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing Almost seems like it doesn't exist But you know that it does and it's coming to get you This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing Almost seems like it doesn't exist But you know that it does and it's coming to get you [Verse 1] This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em Screams inside but you're looking so complacent, and Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing But you get no farther from the true situation That this life is what you make of it So don't ever go mistaking it You should know I've got way too much pride to ever even think of fakin' And I've learned too fuckin' much to ever think of runnin' way from The facts of the matter The facts and the data what I rap when I rap And I rap for the packers Rap for the trappers, and I rap for the caspers Rap for the conscious, and I rap for the wackest Rap for the blanco, and I rap for the blackest Guess since I'm half and half, it's only natural Rap for a songstress, and I rap for the rappers Last not least, I rap to the casket like [Hook] This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing Almost seems like it doesn't exist But you know that it does and it's coming to get you This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing Almost seems like it doesn't exist But you know that it does and it's coming to get you [Verse 2] This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em Screams inside but you're looking so complacent, and Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing But you get no farther from the bar that you're raising And the fans that're waiting for the raw that you're making But you think, what it take for applause from the nation? Wake every day till it's dawn but I'm waiting For the call on my greatness that'll then seal my fate Niggas fake till they make it, ball till they fall Claim that it's greatness, take a fall, lose it all All money in with their balls to the wall Shit hits the fan, they don't know who to call But the difference is the independance Ask yourself upon who you depending Better keep your circle tight, and watch where the money's at 'Fore you open up your wallet and wonder why nothing's in it