tha binge,addict to syringe,needles dont make him cringe,blood need to be cleansed//
questions asked but never answered,pamper-hoes while cancer smokes//
lungs infectious, leavin hexes on my exes,as i lounge in texas youll never really puplex-us//
girls sayin "sex-us" so i slip-tha-dick then tip-tha-bitch cause she tha only one who aint bit-tha tip//
blood-gushin,slug-slushin, pug-brushin when my moms is out-of-town,now she come back wit her crack all powdered-down//
into a different form,turn tha burner on warm,and watch tha smoke circles storm,then tha drugs are born//
with in tha ways of tha hustlas philosophy,quoted with out droppin beat,,like i said before life-stoppin-heat//
fuck tha violence drop tha guns and pick up pens,cause with all this killin it only leads to commitin sin//
so commit to friends,commit to earnin-ends,learnin-trends,i write art while burnin-blends//
strains of herb,plain absurd, while i drain my brain of cain ya heard.