i get higher than apollo rockets..
smokin blunts or hittin the gravity bong..
i'm dead wrong..in life and deeply depressed..
and obsessed wit the streets...
but im silent cauught in the storm..
and tha only thing i eva spark..is weed..
so ima arsonist..wit northwest chronic trees..
in deed..i'm n urban politics way steep...
so i stay on noid..cos i got niggas that wun kill me..
and tha only thing that keeps me..calm
all stimulates from mother earths seeds..
which keeps me gon' like cheech and chong..