Jonathan Wyman - Smiley Face lyrics

[Hook] Yo, this is: a fat white kid Crip walking through a Wal-Mart eating a Twix This is: his mom in the next aisle Neglecting him while sending a text This is: a mirror to society I already seen the truth so you don't gotta lie to me This is: a skull behind a smiley face The dark side that we all try to hide away [Verse 1] Join me as we open on a heavy set bride as she cries on her wedding dress Cheeks getting wet ‘cause there's something she would never guess Better yet, zoom in on the bride's maid She f**ed the groom five ways in the bride's drive way (No way) Fast forward to the bride's suicide I know a lot of sad adjectives and all of them apply It's f**ed up, because she suffered then she dies But for this woman it was just tougher to be alive If you rewind, you'll see that there were other issues In her bedroom clutching on a chunk of tissues At nine, got touched by her Uncle Mitchell It's a cold world, darker than some pumpernickel And I'm not tryin' to bum you out or make you sad I just think somebody ought to state the facts It's cool, they don't even hear half the raps Working on their swag, let me tell you buddy: [Hook] This is: a fat white kid Crip walking through a Wal-Mart eating a twix This is: his mom in the next aisle Neglecting him while sending a text This is: a mirror to society I've already seen the truth so you don't gotta lie to me This is: a skull behind a smiley face The dark side that we all try to hide away [Verse 2] The next scene opens in a parking lot outside an old motel With the neon glowing as the rain drops fell Both from the sky and the eyes of the pa**engers Inside a ride that arrived, the inhabitants: A mother and her three kids, runnin' From a new husband who seemed to scream more than love 'em Tonight, he said he'd burn the house down, kicked in the cupboard They slipped out the back, undiscovered She said they'd get a hotel room and a pizza Watch TV, and take a breather She went into the lobby and returned sick She'd left her purse at the crib Hair matted to her face as the rain poured Her kids huddled with her, slithered to the back door And I'm not kiddin' He was sittin' in the kitchen, waiting to start hittin' [Hook] This is: what she won't say When you ask "how's it going," the very next day This is: her kids doing well In school even though at home, life was Hell This is: a mirror to society I've already seen the truth, you don't gotta lie to me This is: a skull behind a smiley face The dark side that we all try to hide away