Now people say I’m jinxed.

I got some kind of voodoo hex.

Life is so complex.

There’s no telling what can happen next.

Life on the edge,

Fuels the sickness in my head.

It imbeds the type of thoughts

That got a lot of brothers dead.

The smarter brother knows

To keep his foes close.

And I’m the type of brother

That’s smarter than most.

A cold hearted overdose

Of lyrical antidotes.

The cure to make sure

My karma can’t take me down.

Up to the same old tricks.

I wonder if I’ll stick around.

Is a penny really lucky

If you find it on the ground?

What’s the problem with this town?

I can’t figure it out.

My karma’s crashing down

In the form of a black cloud.

CHORUS:

I’ve got a little black cloud

That follows me.

Everywhere I go,

It takes over me.

(X2)

I’m sick.

I’ve got a real ill disposition.

My intentions are pure

But there’s a cure for my condition.

My decisions

Put me in the wrong positions.

Chasing pipe dreams

Of fame and recognition.

The Epic.

Not only a name,

A definition.

My game remains no matter the pain.

I stay the charmer.

The Don of Karma.

I navigate it like the Dalai Lama

I ain’t a saint.

But I’ve got Joi de vie

And I’m the one to blame

If the cloud rains on me.

I can’t complain about it

Or even let regret

Provoke the energy it takes

For me to get upset.

A bad boy since birth

So I can’t forget

What goes around

Comes around

And it ain’t got me yet.

I’ve gotten wise in my age

And tamed the threat of my rage.

I’ve got a lot to learn

And I’ve got money to spend.

To pretend is reaping more

Than sewing ever could mend.

CHORUS

Trade my torches for a dime

The pressure’s fading away now

Black