Smiley Face - Spose

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

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 fucked 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 fucked 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:

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

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 passengers

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'

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