Frequent Strangers

[Intro: Dikulz & Newscaster]
Fuck. I don't know what the fuck to do. Shit
Police are on the hunt for suspects who are on the loose right now after robbing a [?]
It's the perfect time to pull this. They're busy

[Verse 1: Dikulz]
Hoodie on, walkin' up the street
Head down like I'm walkin' in defeat
I am 'cause my son's inside the hospital with tubes inside his nostrils
The only thing to do is sit and watch him breath
Everyday I watch him as he just decays
Everyday I lie and tell him it'll be okay
Everyday I see this dad wit' his son in the same situation and assume that we ain't the same
'Cause he well dressed, probably came from wealth
They don't need the help like we need the help
Selfish shit I try and tell myself
No, no pity-party, gotta keep a poker face and play whatever hand I'm dealt
Doctor said that they could help him with an operation
Only thing is that I gotta pay him large sums of money
I don't have no job, lost my occupation
Too much time off for appointments, someone gotta take him
Things have been bad, he don't know
Gotta keep a strong face, I'm his hero, so
Daddy's gotta do what daddy's gotta do to help
Now masked up, 'bout to run inside this jewelry sto'
Barge in the do', "Everybody on the ground
Yeah, you'll make it out alive if you don't make a sound"
In a hurry, took whatever I could grab
Just put it in the bag, I want everything you have
I'm just a desperate dad tryin' to raise some funds
I'mma get it done even if I gotta make a run
Tell 'em, "Thank you", as I wave the gun
"You helped a lot today, now I'm on my way to save my son"

[Interlude]
*Bell ringing*
*Store alarm, stepping in water*
*Car horn, tires screech, glass shatter*

*Same sequence, but reversed*

[Verse 2: C. Ray]
Yeah, feel like another day in Hell
For my son as he struggles to keep the breath in his lungs
All ain't well, fuck the suit that I'm wearin' and fuck these funds
'Cause money can't give you life, though you live the life that you love
Can't prevail in a coma, unconscious, the way he live
Can't pay to fix it, this money does nothin' to save my kid
And I been wishin' all that he needed was fuckin' surgery
Been knew this day was comin', been duckin' it since the nursery
Absurd to me, I can't save him, I'm supposed to be Hercules
I thought I can't stand: need a transplant with the urgency
But no, I'm not the only one sufferin' to the worst degree
This father walkin' out the room next to us look as hurt as me
Headed back to the office, boss breathin' down my neck
I work the hardest, but I'm the one they treat without respect
Ain't slept in a week and still don't know what infected my seed
All I know is that my boy is up to his neck in disease, fuck
Feel like I'm helpless to help him still
Called on every favor I could, how could he get this ill
Death in the deal but nobody's about to drop a coffin
There is no "What if I lose him", that shit is not an option
The only option is findin' someone compatible
Or someone in the know with some government funded antidote
I have the hope but not the luck, I need time to save my son
But what they give me is not enough
So I'mma quit the job and be there full time, gotta tell him I'm gone today
Tell the boss I made up my mind to fuck what he got to say
Can barely keep my eyes open, but know I'm on the way
But swerved a little and started dozin' a block away

[Outro]
*Car horn, tires screech, glass shatter*
*Car alarm*