It Ain’t The Prettiest Atmosphere (Ft. Brother Ali, Carnage The Executioner & Haphduzn)

[Hook]
It ain’t the prettiest state of mind I’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about
But if I’m not in the ground, then I'll be rockin’ the crowd
It ain’t the prettiest state of mind i’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And we don’t allow standin’ around
Put your life in your hands, put your hands in the clouds

[Verse 1: Slug]
Now – I spy that you’re tryin’ to get by
But that’s the wrong kind of fly, you the wrong kind of high
That’s the wrong kind of right, probably out of left
Followin’ your breath – solemn in your step
I stand tall like a midwest obelisk
Welcome to the future, pre-apocalypse
Where a ratchet ain’t nothin’ but a socket wrench
And it takes all we got to stay positive
I don’t always make the best choices
But life’s too short to stay disappointed
I make music my granddad would probably call noise
I made two baby boys and I gave ‘em a voice
Now, I don’t pop recreational shots, but
You tryna clock like the face of a watch
Stop – already got my name on a rock
I created some jobs, still afraid of the cops