even if yur Broke as Fuck I'd still break out tha weed and Smoke ya Up
it's not my fault if u don't Toke tha Stuff I'm still gonna Roll a Blunt
to feel my stress Fade Away I can't Make Ya Stay if u Wanna Leave
I guess yur finally On Ta Me and my Wicked Plot of Scripted Thoughts
love is all we have, Is It Not that must be why I Hate This world of Fakeness
cuz it can't be Debated encoded in their Matrix, not mine I'm far from Complacent
I'll let what I feel in my heart Form Words into yet another Unborn Verse
slang that dope on tha Corner then rise up against u like a Storm Surge