Last Dance with Mary

I met this girl at eighteen years old

What I love most, she got so much soul

She said excuse me lil homie i know you don't know me

But my name is mary and i like to blow trees

To start, I respected her. She had me by the heart

A few New York niggas had did her in the park

They say she wavy out west where she chilled after dark

I'd seen her round before with a number of crews

Laughing, chilling happy without nothing to do

Artists lay with her to help em paint pictures

We met in BK. Got introduced by some hipsters

On the regular, not a church girl she was secular

Hanging out late night, some would say we're revelers

She would lemme hit the kitty like whenever I want it

Always down for a ride. Yo the romance was blunt and

Felt alone without her. Man this girl kept me hunting

She could take away my breath like a nigga been running

We could spend the whole night together in silence

I tried to know better. I was putting my time in

I rolled up the papers. She taught me bout writing

Having her present made my thought process wiser

Ima loner and a roamer so my heart stayed guarded

Not the type for love until this lady punctured my armor

Swear her legs stretched for miles way she looked in them garters

Ride chariots on stars as we travel farther

As we searched outer reaches, the questions get harder

What the point of ships if they stay anchored harbor?

She was speaking to the kid in me

Even the mundanity felt differently

But couldn't shake the the I wasn't seeing vividly (what are you seeing?)

I done puffed enough herb

For these dumb birds with dumb nerves

She made me feel more free than anything else

So how could it be that she's damaging my health, and my wealth?

Why not man? you already know the stuff is harmless

And au natural, ask around, it's so common

Her aim like a marksman, her mind stay sharpened

Yet with no conscience, she embraced the darkness

Got bored in class, started writing classics

But all she wanna do is chill and get the grass lit

A victim to the habit, it bordered on madness

I warned her that she's setting fire to all her talents

Mama often was offering peace offerings

Thinking "wheeze, cough, and then oh he's off again"

I wasn't right for her and she was bad for me

I stopped to smell the flowers, ended up with allergies

Used to think she was sweet, only ended up with cavities

And what's the point of eating if it's only empty calories

So we parted ways to make things the way they had to be

Though we discussed the future

We kept our minds on the moment

She changed my words like a poet

She was my muse, I'm her Homer

Obsessed with her aroma as I dragged her in closer

Rest her head on my shoulder, pretend it wouldn't be over

Used to run with Brooklyn wit our heads in the clouds

Snickering round the cops, pockets filled the loud

But when pockets carry lint, then who's snickering now?

Describe myself in one word, i'd say a fiend

Taking different drugs, my reality's a dream

Used to be the sober type, and that wasn't my scene

But we made smoke signals form pictures from steam

So I asked my girl for one last chance, the last dance

It's flowing like an avalanche

I want the smoke strains and ganja rings

But i just can't live my life like this

And sometimes i just wanna light this spliff

But i just can't live my life like this

She love the green but not the money

Other dudes were disrespecting her

I peruse the outer reaches and what did I find

But myself sinking down to quicksands of time

Cuz while you're out kill it, you really wasting your life

She's only gotten better and stronger with time

I could just relax around her. laugh and have a good time

I slept better with her at my side

I knew it wouldn't stand the test of time

Late night tossing and turning

Wake up, roll it up, and then burn it

So i got that fire like it's a furnace

So I preferred a break up. My life could use a shake up

Now the inner saint in my mind can start to wake up

If Adam touched God, then I'll shake hands with my maker

And it's money over bitches, that's word to the gangsters

I guess I can relate cuz I'd rather chase paper

But the devil's there and you can't seem to shake em

But Mary had my heart and I might see her later