Jerome Smith - Casualties of War lyrics

VERSE 1 Most young kings get there head cut off In a standoff, or they fall off Lost some of my friends, to families and kids The other half of em dead, or doing prison bids Waking up with guilt, like it was my fault Shoulda been my dead body on the asphalt This ain't a dream, its just a bad reality Damn its on me (but still im having) Flashbacks, and throwbacks when it was all good We was young and dumb, so misunderstood Reminiscing is so dangerous Now they treating you like you Famous The more success i get, the more friends i lose What would you choose The hunger for more, just to get from rags to riches Or stay yourself, and never burn any bridges [Chorus] In the event of my demise Look up in the sky, I hope you recognize The older I get the faster time flies Another baby's born while another man dies The realest conversations, about me I'm not around for Can anybody hear me anymore I know what battles to lose to win the war Last man standing, Casualties of War [Verse 2] Slit my wrist sideways for attention, up and down for results Taking my own life would be an insult When Justo got k**ed, that bullet shoulda been for me Murdered in cold blood, yellow tape around the oak tree In a fishbowl, with my mental notes Pressure is real, am I the scapegoat Am I the problem or the solution Can't be everything to everyone A fan only blows when you hot Watch out for them n***as always asking for a lot I gotta move different from how I used to Different perspective, different point of view It was the worst of times, it was the best of times So divine, I must have missed the sign Some of these wounds will never heal Now that BB King is gone, who's gonna take care of Lucille [Chorus] In the event of my demise Look up in the sky, I hope you recognize The older I get the faster time flies Another baby's born while another man dies The realest conversations, about me I'm not around for Can anybody hear me anymore I know what battles to lose to win the war Last man standing, Casualties of War [Outro] Everybody want something from me If it ain't my time, then its my money I sit back, and reminisce And wish we could go back to the beginning of sh** Last man standing, with everybody gone No one to depend on Not enough real friends alive to carry my casket When im gone, cremate me and blow my ashes in the planet