JET THUMAN - 4 DA SHAMMIES lyrics

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JET THUMAN - 4 DA SHAMMIES lyrics

When I walk streets and I'm feeling nomadic I talk and I meet a variety of addicts And if they had no addiction before They got one once they met this walking drug store I'll be sparking up more of the trees I can find And the blunts that I roll appeases my mind Am I falling under a fix of my own? I wonder if I'd be as happy at home But home is where the heart is, or that's what I heard So I'm living in my chest, it's where my brain and beat merge Fear staining my neat nerves wear upon my lithe words Making me stumble like rain makes sleet swerve Pain plus a meek curse equals a sweet nerd That can't lie and cuts lines for some sweet curves This cool guy can't tell time just let the week serve As an indicator of what's been happening Worrying later about missing out on action While relying on the bags and bowls I was packing Anxiety is stacking, excitement never lacking Looking back fondly on the swag I was racking: Clothing, food and cerveza for the jacking Only thing dude made a mess of was macking; Ladies don't really f** with dirty skate rat kings Moving on to napping; sleeping in the gra** Didn't have anywhere to lay my head or my a** Huddled under stairs or on the roof of a cla** Pa**ed out in a tent or lucky enough to crash At Pancho's pad for a couple sleepovers Tortillas on the stove; making Mexican Stouffer's West coast street kid; some Boston on the resume Market street gives awesome shows by the bay While squatting on the roofs of Commonwealth Can be great, I'd much rather knock out in your hallway Camping in the park with deadheads and city dregs Taught me how to start waking with the sun and welcoming the dark Asylum of the night, if and when I had to part With party-going socialites after showing off my smarts 5150; soon I depart from a few ADUs I screw up the charts, work the system, play the man; Confidence art. How could they ever understand This kid's only problem was becoming a man? Never bothered with a plan, cuz the gods laugh at em Always skated, never ran, into a few odd madames I bumped and we chilled. Never could pay a bill But if the girlies are digging ya, then you prolly kept it real Tell me how you feel, and I'll ask what you think Answer: between your brows. Show me your past; don't blink