Growin
• Written by Walt
ive been livin with rage
put my hand through the wall such a young age
i learned to blaze i joined the craze
i said mom it aint just a phase im into the beats
and smokin the trees
high styles crumbling leaves
by products poisoning me
but the alcohols something to see
so i went out to party
ended up drinkin too much bacardi
fender bended fuckin bitches wearing a wu-tea
dude please i aint no g but ive seen
enough things to make youre mind scream
its no scheme take a walk
on my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme
bury me while i try producing my dreams
a few lines on the loose leaf
no grief into these words
ill never speak a lie its unheard
yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird
got no shirt
no a/c cheap car to do work
smoke purp anxiety stays down
broke nerd society gives big frowns
small town, kinda place a came from
top notch like a taste of A1
hey son i advise you have fun
arise through the group you came from
because when i was 16 i got caught with marijuana
lost my education for a half ounce of the louda
its like segregation when its stoners vs products
governing a nation of the goners
hovering above us like monsters
the authority just thinks were imposters
fake people who waste space and shot guns
great steeple in place to rest thugs
graveyards filling up with street blood
drug love
is all of the above
plus the lives of millions who just had enough
adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust
sticking to the trip and gearing for the feel of lust
trickling trust
fearing that we lost
knowing when its over blastin music
through the parking lot of john jay abusin
how i cruise it with a fat jay
using solo cups as an ash tray
i basically do the same thing day to day
listen to the lame rings of kids who play
they try to say they can rap but dont touch my attack
when i come packed with the buds
then i shun kids with the mud
humbley buggin the lid of somethin
to open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in
my mouth im sparkin it now
slowly round me gathers a crowd
teenagers askin for a cigarette
seems like a threat but im willing to bet
their lives are similar to yours
opened up the wrong door fell into the deep
making money and living it swell just isnt cheap
like staking your building sells a clean sweep
crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet
lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep
tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps
but youll find yourself along the lines believe me
a pool of wealth a song of hope creates steeze
elm crest, stormville and dutchess park back you up
if you just say please
we all understand what it all means
back the fuck up if youve never had shattered dreams
track of tough love with tattered seems
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Walt
Member since May 13 2014