"Black Cloud" by Crazy Town
VERSE 1: Now people say I'm jinxed, I got some kind of voodoo hex. Life is so complex, there's no telling what can happen next. Life on the edge fuels the sickness in my head. It embeds 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 brother that's 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 coming down in the form of a black cloud. BRIDGE: I've got a little black cloud that follows me, everywhere I go, it takes over me. (x2) VERSE 2: I'm sick, I've got a real 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 only one to blame if the clouds rain 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 tamed the threat in my rage. I've got a lot to learn, and I've got money to spend. To pretend is reaping more than sewing could ever mend. CHORUS: Trade my torches for a dime. The pressure's fading away now. Black clouds lifted for the light. The pressure's fading away now. A thousand cigarettes, won't change the way we feel. The pressure's fading, now. Can you bear the thought of knowing truth? Knowing truth... VERSE 3: I was rapping in the rain, hoping that my luck would change. And if's there's any truth to all those old sayings. Cuz if I killed a spider, would my house catch on fire? If I walked 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 project 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 your dam. Disastrous, took time to master this. And the past is just a map to capture this. In the darkness, I'm forced to adapt to this. I would change the past if I could have one wish. CHORUS (I've got a little black cloud...I've got a little black cloud...knowing truth...)