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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 the
