GunDei – Trauma(PTSD) (Official Video)



GunDei (gandhi) re-imagines Michelangelo’s `Last Supper` fresco in this new video and gives a modern, urban twist to the New Testament story. In contemporary rap, the trap life is often sensationalized and glamorized but with “Trauma“ GunDei wanted to tap into the intricate psychology of a troubled D-boy. The track is produced by newcomer Magiik_hits and mixed by ATL`s very own Kori Anders.

Available here:

http://itunes.apple.com/album/id/1579630788

Lyrics:

Written by GunDei
Produced by Magiik_hits

1
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Heard the FEDs were on my trail
Me cell was probably wired
Moving, grooving through the streets, grip that stick like some plyers
DEA make it hard to even get to the supplier
It`s clear the block fiending to get fed, trap boys want their bread
A junky`s loyal only to the hands that serve the next fix
At night I can`t sleep
Break into cold seats
Having nightmares of the cartel collecting those debts…
Dog on it now!
G, settle down
Ain`t nothing finna happen
If they even stare at the crown
Hit `em with the hundred rounds
From that zootee
All they finna hear is shell sounds
Brrrr brrrr

Hook

I must be suffering PTSD
Thought I was ready for the pressure, boy these streets deadly
Tell my girl if I get knocked don’t shed a tear for me
Only Take Care of the Business (TCB) just like EPMD
The paranoia, so much terror
May look like I’m happy no, let me tell ya
Deep inside it aint no joy, it aint no joy
deep inside it aint no joy
Oh no!

2

Married to the game unholy matrimony
All about that cheese like kraft macaroni
Talk school or 9 to 5
Then I get to yawning
The thought of making money
Suddenly I’m horny
Don’t know what it is but boy im really cold
For the right price a Z will lease his soul
I want the glamor, glitz
All the luxurious shhhh
Plus a b…who let another b…
Kiss on her tits
Blow a couple of grands at the Louis store
Pack thunder, I move sh… forward like Luguentz Dort
Or Chris Boucher
I get a opp touché
Then get the trap going hard on a Tuesday
My grind, my hustle got me litt
Fancy rich player splash
I don’t drip
Skrrr! Fast lane, stop when I’m dead
I no longer hush these voices in my head.

Hook

I must be suffering PTSD
Thought I was ready for the pressure, but these streets deadly
Tell my girl if I get knocked don’t shed a tear for me
Only Take Care of the Business (TCB) just like EPMD
Hey! Hey! Oh! These streets Brazy
Hey! Hey! Oh! These streets Crazy
Uh! yea! Oh! These streets Brazy, lord…

Source: Youtube