This is a song about "Turning black"

Knees dug deep into the pavement

But the cogs are turning, and

Well guess what i'm turning the page

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,

You can see them at the bars, on the stools and turning.

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

Bitches is artificially duck

Quick turning into that cocky kid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good