Cigarettes 2 Songtext
von Reks

Daddy used to toke, used to smoke on a Newport
Zeki used to ask daddy when you gon′ quit
Biggest fear ending up dead like my daddy
Thirty-five in the coffin, coroner bag zipped
Feeling sick, epiphany hit
I get to coughing up a lung, bell upstairs rung, that's it
Used to puff, puff, pass, hoping my high lasts
Twenty-fifth hourglass running out too fast
My little JoJo growing quickly

Me and his mama split see
All you gotta do is refer to cigarettes verse two
The shit she put up with
Her husband is not what I saw when I saw the mirror
But I′m seeing shit clearer than I did back then

Back when it was just me, pad and pen
Locked in rooms for days, page after page
Devoted to exposing the wounds upon my black skin
The breath control is back
Nowadays my thoughts


Fuck the pack of Newports, I'm on the track in ball courts
Got to pacing, no desire now for smoking
Older and wiser, now the mind's open, I′m blessed

Same shit different day, nothing′s changing
A motherfucker stressed, all a nigga wants a cigarette

Same shit different day, nothing's changing
(Nothing′s changed like I want it to)
Maybe I'm insane to expect things
(To expect things to fall through)

All of my mistakes, you don′t know
(You don't know what I′m going through)
A motherfucker stressed, all a nigga wants a cigarette
Same shit different day, nothing's changing
(Nothing's changed like I want it to)
Maybe I′m insane to expect things
(To expect things to fall through)

All of my mistakes, you don′t know
(You don't know what I′m going through)
A motherfucker stressed, all a nigga wants a cigarette


This morning by the bus stop
Mournin' shoulda wouldas and what not
Supposed to not follow pops, shoulder shrug a lot
Moving forward got two kings in thought

No Sodom, Gomorrah, no looking back, no wife a lot
Tightest spot when it′s pick up pieces, speech is the remedy
Pen a few for therapy, melody à la Eric B
Rakim, follow the leader, see the procedure, it got dim
And then to the light, I marched in through Marj in with all them

Metaphorical tunnels, stepping forward to muzzle the struggle
Silence the grim pictures of when
Moments was frozen, time golden
'Til I′m old and gray shades, top tier, ace spades
Last year make way, next year horizon dawning
Tomorrow morning calling, today your segue
So let's say I put my all in to what the future holds
Truth be told, I stand tall, I can't fold
The breath control′s back
Nowadays my thoughts

Fuck the pack of Newports, back on the track in ball courts
I got to pacing, no desire now for smoking
Older and wiser, now the mind′s open, I'm blessed

Same shit different day, nothing′s changing
A motherfucker stressed, all a nigga wants a cigarette
Same shit different day, nothing's changing
(Nothing′s changed like I want it to)
Maybe I'm insane to expect things
(To expect things to fall through)
All of my mistakes, you don′t know
(You don't know what I'm going through)
A motherfucker stressed, all a nigga wants a cigarette
Same shit different day, nothing′s changing

Maybe I′m insane to expect things

All of my mistakes, you don't know

Motherfucker stressed, all a nigga wants a cigarette