Mental Exorcism (Alternate Version)

By Scarface

On Deeply Rooted: The Lost Files

Released on December 15, 2017

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[Verse 1: Scarface]

Dope sold on the cut make our hands bleed

Fuck broke, it ain't an option, penitentiary

Or the grave is the only way we fall back

Do our time A.T.W then crawl back

To them streets where we come from, taught life

Look alive, little niggas better walk right

Real with it, quick trigger finger, gun play

I only know how to deal with these niggas one way

And someday I swear to God I'ma change that

But I can't 'cause them evil demons came back

And when I'm high y'all I can't explain

What it feels like wishing I could die and just end the pain

'Cause mayne I've been a loyal dude, and you can trust that

But loyalty versus greed equals fuck that

I need to talk but there ain't no one to listen

Lost inside a mental exorcism, and wishing...


[Chorus: Alex Isley]

Sometimes I close my eyes trying to hide from the pain

Things in my past are catching up fast, living life against the grain

Just one time, I wanna clear my mind, the silence seems so loud

If I could, I would fly away and live my life beyond the gray clouds


[Verse 2: Scarface]

I woke up from a dream feeling all good

Prayed for better days ahead but what was y'all doing?

Lost, stuck in a standstill waiting for a handout

Hustling for tennis shoe paper, never panned out

My sister trippin', got my grandmother stressing

'Cause she's only 17 and she's already pregnant

Another segment of them ghetto soap operas

B.G.'s is trippin', ain't nothing left to stop them

Uncle in jail, daddy dead and their mamas

Can't teach them how to be men; grow up being followers

The streets swallow them then life overpower them

Then off to the pen where the old heads devour them

Crash tested, a dummy high volume

Only God can judge but y'all niggas is comical

90 percent of our future's off in prison

Prescription for my mental exorcism, and listen...


[Chorus: Alex Isley]

Sometimes I close my eyes trying to hide from the pain

Things in my past are catching up fast, living life against the grain

Just one time, I wanna clear my mind, the silence seems so loud

If I could, I would fly away and live my life beyond the gray clouds


[Verse 3: Scarface]

Another kid killed in cold blood, a mother's heart broke

Family crying on the first pew, my heart spoke

Hurtful words I would never dare speak

In the house of the Lord, still I'm in the devil's reach

I don't wanna hear the preacher preach, that shit a lie

Plus he knowing how that evil be, but who am I

To judge a man when I see him try

FOX News tried to justify

It ain't no way that you can clarify

In cold blood our lil homies dying

Another sign of the times but it's terrifying

That you could kill us off have us outlined in chalk

Get arrested go to jail go to court and get the fuck off

That shit is fucked off, we worried about the money lost

While the Klan's about to light another cross

I ain't denying it, I speak from intuition

It's also from my mental exorcism, with wisdom


[Chorus: Alex Isley]

Sometimes I close my eyes trying to hide from the pain

Things in my past are catching up fast, living life against the grain

Just one time, I wanna clear my mind, the silence seems so loud

If I could, I would fly away and live my life beyond the gray clouds