[Bubba Sparxxx]
Okay
If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation
For the hell that you endured, while 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 heart, that 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 heard, but I don't hear my vinyl spinning
Yeah we found some distribution, but 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 it, I guarantee you a nice purchase
Frankly, I'm quite certain that I'm the livest fucker out there
I'm making love to the truth, inside that vocal booth without care
I won't even talk about stares
From angry allegid rappers
Cause every time they get confronted, they try to give ya head then dap ya
This one don't really need a hook, but shall i say it might be a single
So I devote this to my life, so much more than a catchy jingle

(Chorus)
Dark days, bright nights
For that outsider that think he know what Bubba's life is like
Bright nights, dark days
For them broads that truly love me and hate to see me live this way
Dark days, bright nights
For when they say you can't live, fuck them, do it just out of spite
Bright nights, dark days
For every person without a voice that got something they need to say

[Bubba Sparxxx]
See it's apparent that you know, there's a lot of folks that love Bubba
Not cause of any rap I wrote, they just see something above gutter
And though my pockets don't reflex that
It's the vision, and they respect that
Love comes in a form of various drugs, and 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 situation, no blow, no dough for big shows
But still they see we this close to reaching the promise land
So that leads to another bright night, where 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
Shit, I'm fortunate to have been loved, by my paternal units
And I'm gonna make they son a winner, fuck 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 bond, watching bright nights turn to dark days

(Chorus)

Yeah it's true, I also get praise from the other side of the tracks
You know, that dark days part of town, when 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 game, the 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, 搘hy you live the way you choose too??Say cause
Bubba said you right, the only one they loved, knew you
That leaves you with no excuse to settle for what they offer
He try to pay you them slave wagers, play that role, and tell him naw, sir
I'll probably won't even fault ya if you dismiss me as the demon
Cause it's true, I am not you, my skin's the tone of piss and semen
But if we fight this evening, I assure you, we'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 nights, that'll make 'em nervous

(Chorus Fades to the end)