Now people say I´m jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex
Life is so complex there´s no telling what could 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 brothers that smarter than most
A 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 an 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 a definition
My game remains no matter the pain
I stay the charmer
The Don of Karma
I navigate 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
A 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 tame the threat of my rage
I´ve got allot 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.
A thousands cigarettes won´t change the way we feel
The pressure´s fading now, can you bare the though 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 all sayings
Cuz if I kill a spider would my house catch on fire?
If I walk 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 the rain
I protect 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 force to adapt to this
I would change the past if I could have one wish.

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.
A thousands cigarettes won´t change the way we feel
The pressure´s fading now, can you bare the though of knowing truth?
Knowing truth?