Balloons In Tha Wind

Some niggas bare the mark of a tortured soul/ they wanna leave Tha game, but that's all they know/balloons in the wind my nigga/ floating through the streets/ fresh out the pen my nigga/

Some women play they part even when they know/ they nigga out cheatin' they just let em go/ balloons in the wind my nigga/ now she cheating for revenge my nigga/

V1.

The sad fact is the nigga was tough/a black Vincent Van Gogh/ he was sick wit the brush/ but his cousins told him that the streets was enough/ you'll never make money painting pictures and such/ now he out there skipping school cooking chickens for lunch/ we'll pick apart a niggas vision cause the Pickens is rough/now he out there selling dope/ cops picking him up/ and now he can't get a job cause his record is fucked/I'm talkin missionary, missionary/ the nigga fresh out runnin shit no disentary/mama told me a bad wind never varies/ so we let balloons go and see where the wind carries/ all the tortured souls/ when the trap swallow hearts man it do it whole/ man my brother got a daughter barely 2 years old/ and she gotta eat, so the streets is that fishing hole/ my vision cold nigga

V2.
So fragile is the male ego, he can dish the shit out but can't take when she go/ pay him back like she loaned something/ he tell his niggas man this bitch must be on something to cheat on me/ we gon' see what she gon' say for herself/ she went out on a limb and nearly broke the whole branch/ yeah he cheatin' on her too, but she ain't caught tha nigga yet/ so he gon' play the victim like a murder suspect/now that nigga upset, he cursed tha sun God/ and asked him will the sunshine, cause he done trying/ he baptized his fuckin fears in a pint of gin/ wit some big booty strippers in a house of sin/ tryna pretend what she did had no effect/ but he wear his heart on his sleeve, and now it's soak & wet/bleeding regret/ cause he know he dodged a couple bullets/ at close range/ he just glad that the double standard/ had poor aim nigga/

V3.

So many colors lost in the sky/ we let balloons go just to let the feelings fly/ tell the wind I said hi/ I see em in few/ cause niggas is taking shots on that side like Tha flu/ is running rampant/man the streets a campus/ where they learn the dark arts/ and try to Conjure phantoms/rolls royces/ wraiths/ I know a couple preachers that crooked/ with they hands in the collection plate/where the faith go? Where the faith go?/ niggas hide behind masks like fucking jago/ they prey on the ones that pray tho/ they gotta killer instinct for the pesos/ but life is great tho