Bubba Sparxxx
Okay
If you shed blood with me to this pointyou deserve an explanation
For the hell that you enduredwhile helping me reach my destination
In this effort to bless the nation
I ve mighta did more harm than good
But I ve always showed you heartthat sets my but apart from would
Man I love the darkest hood
But also the brightest suburb
To think I ma despise them folks just cause I m broke and white is absurd
I m told be tight you get heardbut I don t hear my vinyl spinning
Yeah we found some distributionbut bet the grind is just beginning
Cause these bright nights still lead to dark days and vice versa
Even if Greg Street don t play itI guarantee you a nice purchase
FranklyI m quite certain that I m the livest fucker out there
I m making love to the truthinside that vocal booth without care
I won t even talk about stares
From angry allegid rappers
Cause every time they get confrontedthey try to give ya head then dap ya
This one don t really need a hookbut shall i say it might be a single
So I devote this to my lifeso much more than a catchy jingle

Chorus
Dark daysbright nights
For that outsider that think he know what Bubba s life is like
Bright nightsdark days
For them broads that truly love me and hate to see me live this way
Dark daysbright nights
For when they say you can t livefuck themdo it just out of spite
Bright nightsdark days
For every person without a voice that got something they need to say

Bubba Sparxxx
See it s apparent that you knowthere s a lot of folks that love Bubba
Not cause of any rap I wrotethey just see something above gutter
And though my pockets don t reflex that
It s the visionand they respect that
Love comes in a form of various drugsand I can t neglect that
So me and my folks get fucked up like six nights out of seven
That s the bright light in our lives
Like God shinning right out of Heaven
But at the conclusion of every session
Always that Dark Day that expose
The plight of my situationno blowno dough for big shows
But still they see we this close to reaching the promise land
So that leads to another bright nightwhere all of us is college grads
Being loved by the moms and dads
That some of us wasn t blessed with
You think we all born with two lovin parents and a treasure chest
ShitI m fortunate to have been lovedby my paternal units
And I m gonna make they son a winnerfuck how bad it hurt I m doing it
Even if I was to ruin it
Never would me and my heart part ways
We developed too strong of a bondwatching bright nights turn to dark days

Chorus

Yeah it s trueI also get praise from the other side of the tracks
You knowthat dark days part of townwhen they intentionally hide the blacks
Ain t got no reply to that cept I m sorry if I m to blame
I tried like hell to sooth your soul by planting the facts inside your brain
I never once lied to the gamethe acceptance of not one black dude
It s just Bubba that country fucker smoking swag and eating snack foods
Now every time they ask you??~hy you live the way you choose too??Say cause
Bubba said you rightthe only one they lovedknew you
That leaves you with no excuse to settle for what they offer
He try to pay you them slave wagersplay that roleand tell him nawsir
I ll probably won t even fault ya if you dismiss me as the demon
Cause it s trueI am not youmy skin s the tone of piss and semen
But if we fight this eveningI assure youwe ll both bleed red
And it ll take your whole slum and all they guns to leave me dead
Plus all that blood we shed what do nothin but serve they purpose
So let s unite these dark days and bright nightsthat ll make em nervous

Chorus {*Fades to the end*}

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