“Zero Dark Thirty-Four” by King Iso is a poignant and contemplative composition delving into the realms of mental well-being, suicide, and the relentless pursuit of serenity. The track’s title draws parallels to the momentous event of Osama bin Laden’s demise in 2011, symbolizing a profound urgency and desolation encapsulating Iso’s personal battle with inner turmoil.
Zero Dark Thirty Four Lyrics
[Intro]
Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy
Need to work on myself but I’ve been too busy
Try to pray to God, he said “I’ll hit you right back, I’m too busy”
Zero dark thirty four, I’mma clock mine too busy
Numerology…
[Chorus]
Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy (seeing the same number)
Need to work on myself but i been too busy (steady looking at the time)
Try to pray to God, he said “I’ll hit you right back, I’m too busy” (can’t ignore the signs)
Zero dark thirty four, I’mma clock mine too busy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
12:34 so repetitive to see
And I’ve been out working every competitor that peep
It seems like I’ve been working on everything but me
Been in my hеad a bit rest assured but ain’t getting any sleep
For еverybody you’re here but self neglect is what you bring
My fuckin’ health is something else, I’m a special kind of breed
If I cut myself it’ll take me 20 seconds just to bleed
Meaning I’m slow just to notice it ’cause depression isn’t seen
Maybe if we took time like the theft of someone’s G-
-shocking, ain’t it? I’ve been making an effort just to keep
Clockin’ making these dollars ’cause my death ain’t even free
I’ve been dancing with the devil, two stepping to the beat
Since back in ’07 in a Chevy the Caprice
Yeah, they talk that belly shit but we the belly of the beast
Like an oversized load, bitch I’m heavy in these streets
Strange chain, Rollie, yeah the presidential piece
My music made it to the fucking president to peep
Devil in my shop of horrors, I ain’t selling you a thing
Rather juug a nightmare than to sell a fucking dream
‘Cause I’m everybody’s meds, but who’s medicating me?
Rhetorical question like, is that your hood or residential street?
Used to the backburner like a weapon on a string
It’s why I’m walking through hell like it’s 70 degrees
Fuck all that misery, we loving the company, let a nigga be-cause
This shit’ll be killin’ me, feel like I want to be exponentia-lly up
Been taking a bottle of pills, I gotta be makin’ it out of a killer psychology, will I get better I’m thinking I’m honoring every single thing but me
Ever since a teen “Work Hard” been embedded into me
That’s why I never get to sleep
This feeling, it’s killing me, really you’ll never get to see
‘Cause I’m too busy listening to the telly as it rings, like:
[Chorus]
Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy
Need to work on myself but I’ve been too busy
Try to pray to God, he said “I’ll hit you right back, I’m too busy”
Zero dark thirty four, I’mma clock mine too busy
Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy
Need to work on myself but I’ve been too busy
Try to pray to God, he said “I’ll hit you right back, I’m too busy”
Zero dark thirty four, I’mma clock mine too busy
[Chorus 2]
Somebody pick up the phone, yeah
I don’t wanna be alone, yeah
Work my fingers to the bone
Ain’t taking care of myself but I’m strong, yeah
Tell God I’m finna come home, yeah
Devil got me out my zone, yeah
Follow the signs I’m shown, yeah
12:34 that’s the code, yeah
[Bridge]
Need to just work on myself right now, ay
Too busy going through hell right now, ay
Somebody check on Terrell right now, ay
Called, he won’t answer his cell right now, ay
I got a number of things that I’m working on but disconnected from self right now, ay
Fuck thinking ’bout record sales right now, ay
Trying not to kill myself right now, ay
[Verse 2]
Funny all this money that I made by myself
Even fame but won’t take a single day to myself
People coming for a favor while I’m hanging myself
Mom and stepfather was beefing while I’m raising myself
Baby momma drama, while I’m playing Dalai Lama, take my babies
Yeah, I’m gonna fucking raise them myself
Where were you when I was in the ward, I stayed in my cell
I don’t trust a single fucking soul and stay to myself
Every single case, I fought The State by myself
And the Board of Mental Health when they played with my health
Hoes used to kick me out, I got a place by myself
Almost died in that cell but got saved by the bell
Rather carried by 6 than be hanged by the 12
Bitch I’m a 6-12-6 in my brain I excel
All this pain that I held, it contained in myself
Now I’m with the snake and bat flying straight out of hell, nigga
Tarell, no Davis, in the gym the 30 close
Young nigga, what the hell you acting 30 fo’?
Live your life and take care of it early, bro
And since because before you know it, you’ll be 30, yo
Social standards you’re too busy workin’ on
Too busy for your own call? It could hurt you though!
I can’t talk, I’m suicidal like Percival
So if I hang up, don’t take it personal