ill admit im addicted aint no clinic that can rid it from my system cuz im driftin from one high to the next
cuz in our lives theres so much drama so i cope wit marijuana just a simple code of honor growin ever intense
and now the marijuanas cocaine blast it off cuz i feel no pain
yae's numb the insane plain of thought that ive been trained
to sustain, and thru the pain i never strain, keep me focused on the game at hand to further my name...ive made a decision to express only lyrical precision so sharp that i can cut a molecule wit sik fission division. this too deep for some of yall to comprehend laymans is needed cuz im spittin wisdom at a weeded nation full of beatniks hippies druggies junkies jokers tweakers and freaks as long as its heartspoken i cant be broken down or weak...but just the opposite as i composite sketches what fetches these thoughts? i cant determine if its me or some powerful force...burnin inside and tired of hiding from eyes who'll only criticize when they do come to realize, that their surmise, is self inflicted. no matter who they choose to blame, they cant just rid this. no matter who they choose to lie to, the lies inside you, your only fooling yourself if this lines about you. and in the end only you are the one, when said and done, that can change the past by accepting what is to come..with open arms, and no qualms fearless and feelin no harm, breathin to see a new dawn, born from nightfall..tearin at the walls of insecurites laws, which has led us to believe that every human has some flaw, when in reality its fuelin wars. instead of teachin union and