Take A Second To Listen To My Story Of The Spoken Word.
Back When The Boys And Me Were Toking Herb.
My Words Are Type Absurd So I Hope I Don't Leave You Disturbed...
Now My Only n***a Smoking
Smoking On Something Potentiate
I Can Only Pray To God That My n***a Get A Job
Cause His Habits Are Intense And,
Figuratively Speaking That b**h Is Only Out To Rob...
Your Pockets For Your Money And Yo Stomach Actin Funny
Whatchu Do?
You Feed The Drug That Gotchu Jumpin Like A Bunny...
Sad To Say You Laced With The Coke N Perc.
You Got Your Moms Crying N Your Dad Dying.
You Wondering What To Do
Will I Make It?
Can I Overtake It?
Truth Is You A Dead Soul.
The Drug Had You Blind.
The Topic Of Deception Is A Misconception.
Ya Boys Told You To Quit But Now It's To Late
If Only You Had Said Your Farewells And Kissed That b**h Goodbye.
Signed, The Same Women Who Brought You Joy n Pain...That Bad b**h...
I Believe Her Name Was,
Mary Jane.