Look no further than the fathers who go further than they should
To the point where we're surrounded by the scars behind their hoods
And who is gonna teach them wrong from right?
Who's gonna tell them it's alright?
Just pass the jazz cigarette
And take these brain cells out of my head
Fill my lungs, drain my heart
'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter
And I feel much better
And demons wave the white flag for me
Still my bones keep pleading to walk out
From all of this fall out
But there's no way that I could leave
So I don't leave
Turn my bitterness to sweet
I gotta find a new release, yeah.
So I'm trading blues for green
Da da da da da ooh, yeah, yeah
See, I'm a simple man I don't even have a phone