Serious

[Verse 1: Fresh Air]
Thinkin bout those past days
Laugh in the grass while these niggas pass haze
Used to laugh from the gas now these niggas pack Ks
The automatic blast send your ass to the grave
Maybe not where I stay, maybe where you stay
Tears at the funeral water the bouquet
It’s doomsday, at least I feel it comin
B-52s hummin, while the track bumpin
And I used to think nothin
Runnin as a kid just frontin
Now I gotta back up, but never retract a statement
Never take back what I say to your face kid
Just face it, cuz that’s all we got
Til our body rot, in the pavement
These are fears from my mouth to your ears
Hope you get it clear

[Hook: Shad Fer]
Can’t rely on the sun to rise everyday
Sometimes you sing the blues in the rain
Take some dirt naps, and make some snow angels
Safe to say that this world ain’t no perfect place
Which is why I get higher than a plane
Meditate, maintain and wave at the strangers
We in danger

[Verse 2: Fresh Air]
But what am I afraid of
Trott on the block gettin shot by the jacobs
They bear bullets like Jay Cut
And prey for my life maybe I should Mase up
Pleadin my case, between the treble and the bass
But its hard to trust God when the devil in your face
I need a voice of reason, somethin to believe in
Shad, tell me what you thinkin

[Verse 3: Shad Fer]
Man Fresh
Ignorance is bliss, children killing kids
Lil nigga just turned six and wanna hit split a spliff
When he turned ten, his parents split
Pops called it quits, so he put in work with diligence
The pistol clique,that was the name he gave his gang
Click-clack and a clap so loud so you hear it bang
Militant, ill intentions of a general
Never give a shit
Bout anything that couldn't help him grow
Cause who you knew would help you get to who you get to know
Ghetto youth, only so much places that we get to go
And yo it’s only so much faces I would ever show
You know, cause vulnerability is silly if you ain’t a ho
My nigga get out of here saying you don’t drink and smoke
Every time I have a sober mind my thinking takes me low
Right now I’m tryna make it out the door
So I could make the dough
Baking soda flavored coke
Or just selling and smoking dope
Take a toke of the potent, embarrassing if you choke
Feels like I’m holding on to a rope,it ain’t no hope
My palms sweating and itchin'
I could tell that I’m slippin'
Niggas looking at me different
Cause I wish could float
Not like a boat, more like bubble, above the trouble
Be so gone that the Hubble telescope couldn’t take aim
Chasing paper in need of a great change
In the grand scheme of things, remember the great name
It’s Shad

[Hook: Shad Fer]