King Chess - Dark Times (Prologue) Lyrics

You see, one could question the motive of any man
Most of the time it resorts to inner self-worth
But on the other hand it could be viewed as selfishness or selflessness
'Cause you know at the end of the day it's all about survival and helplessness
I've heard it verbally referred to as rock bottom, end of the road
Or whatever you chose, who knows
It's dark times

My dark mind is combined with dark lies
From living inside of a room the size of nothing
Three boys and one mom, no dad
Just a word that I was never really used to using or was really not part of my vocab
I'd imagine during that era I was highly protected from crime
Some kind of light of mine, angel in disguise
Felt like eternity, probability was high
That I wanted to cry, but I
Dark times

I feel alone most of the time
Even though I stay surrounded most of this pride
Never really had a normal school life
I kind of bounced around every once in a while
'Til I realized I was having a child
When I actually was a child, and still
Well that was dark too

I've seen a lot a good though
Like, it's good to know what not to do as a parent
I know a few that are embarrassed to even pick up the phone
They don't really care but
F*ck you

Having to hold a seven-year-old inside of your arms
Having her life letting go, both of her parents looking to you
But you're still in training and don't really know what to do
And the effects of her death are too unbearable for anybody to cope
So you are told to move her below to the bottom floor
'Cause that's where they go when they
Yea

Suffer through drug addiction
F*ck spittin', my bloods itching
I'm better off being cuffed, prisoned
Off with him, God willing
I kill 'em, calm isn't
My demeanor, autism, is all in him
Big mouth, all bite
We are Venom
Yea, pretty dark

Please, it's pretty easy to bring the noise to me
And it's easy to bring them boys defeat
But it's annoying me
'Cause every one of these so called OG's are looking for so cold beasts
And lyrical murderers setting this shit a blaze
And roasting the whole streets, f*ck them
What's wrong with a mumble rapper
I'm actually asking
Music is music, passion is passion
Why hate, get with the times
Shit is evolving like a chimp in the line
A science book only defines that
Evolution is constantly moving and constantly using the constellation
As obvious blueprints to shape the future
Man, that's darker than dark times

I'm here to make America great again, prepare bombs
Give me a clearance, prepare launch
You f*cked up like heron
Try to strip away my right to bear arms
They're wrong, thinking they're making a fair call but they're off
They ain't thinking at all, brains froze like cere' palse
I'm in need of a Doc, sterile gauze and a pair of balls
To grip it, I'm gripping the game with these bare palms
And when I say bare, I don't mean empty
I mean it's as big as bear paw
I swear Lord, I am not cut from their cloth

So elusive, I'm infused with bipolar confusion
My music is quite soothing and my views are misconstrued
I use it as tool to influence myself to do shit
A letter mechanic whose rhetoric's damaged
Never demanded but yet I understand
That respect isn't granted unless I stretch my bandwidth
And exceed the standard of everything standing
And in that case, I need Ketamine handed
So I can even the playing field, and level the canvas
And splatter my head all over the melody given
I'm in development never will I ever be willing to give up
Or settle for nothing lesser or greater
I'm deadlier than ever, you better not pretend to be a competitor
Shredding 'em effortlessly, I'm pedaling harder than ever
To be remembered