i feel like dying
then i spark another one
flip those thoughts like razors
and lines and colds
come together like
soldiers walking the green mile
niggas and bad attitudes
crackers and a noose
i bust rhymes like Zues
throws lightning bolts
or gods intervention
all a fallacy like a womens intuition
i'm just here sitting
blunt in hand
ready to make a stand
falling for everything it seems has been my destiny
tired of the feeling of the floor on my back
check my back pocket to see if i can take aim
all i got in there is my web slinging pain
so i grip up to fuck up any in sight
scared of almost nothing cept cats coming to pick me up in the middle of the night
Emmit till a nigga
Diallo a pre-political figure
stomp out the revolution before it gets any bigger
how long can the mass wait for a new leader
before enough people stand up to teeter
the tower in power ready to devour our souls
then sell us to the lowest bidder
like our railroads
or our highways
by the way
nigga
nigga
nigga
get your mind right
only three things you need to be doing
living life, making money and
stand up and fighting
none of those things interfere with getting high
so don't say shit to me alright.