Fine women and weed with the sun against ya chest;
i must confess, put me to rest if this is life at it's best;
cause from where i live it's incest with nothin but pests;
alot is said in jest but life to me is a challenge like a test;
alot to learn and even more to study up on in this;
revolved around gettin pissed and puttin out a diss;
& life is like a sweet kiss diffrent from slitting wrists;
in this generation, rhyming puts my soul to ease;
& smokin leaves with a breeze and tricks up ya sleeve;
call me insane but, i consider it more as a pet peave;
to leave as the best and still making people believe;
a hobby for all strugglers in the world to take up;
maybe duck a battle and still not seem to give a fuck;
ask for easy favors, like requests from a dirty slut;
bust a nut and leave the girls mind all corrupt;
it's life at it's best, for some reason i couldnt explain;
to maintain a diffrent kind of vocab and slang;
with gun play and murder music that starts wit a bang;
the phone rang and people are busy gettin changed;
i lost all faith in life cuz i didnt see it at greatness;
with no taintness and cats startin to scream this;
havin a good friend on top of your cool guy list;
to hang wit and reminess and try to insist;
"it could could be worse, if you only knew";
my face red and blue and skin white, america is true;
sittin around in life with nothin to do;
until you called up them two girls ya screwed;
life? i could really tell ya, so get my face;
and my race and see threw my eyes in another place;

Life At It's Best?......................