Yo sittin here in ma room jus chillin'
writing rhymes on piece of papers
to try and pass the time
as time goes by my mind escapes
into the illusions created by magic mushrooms and cakes
the oldest excuse in the book
taking drugs to escape a world thats shook
but hey, it keeps me occupied
away from the street and the thug life
cos i can keep to myself
and not feel nothing else
jus me in this room fro time that seems long
jus sittin here me and my bong.

biting MC's

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