2014

Sparkin' pot in the farthest spot,

in the darkest corner of the parking lot,

Miss Mary Jane got me barely sane,

and a bit of alcohol can share the blame.

But I'm not in a car, I'm puffin' on a cigar,

sittin' on the grass lookin' up at the stars.

How many planets have life?

There's nothing on mars but It's covering ours,

But it's 2014, where's the hovering cars?

All I see is people suffering and struggling hard,

makes me wonder what the government guards?

Political puppeteering who the fuck is in charge?

I'm commandeering the ship with just the tug of a barge,

lyrics like a psychedelic drug that's at large,

and the punishments harsh if you get caught sellin it

but labels sign the rappers with cash, not intelligence,

I've been clever since birth, joined Earth and it's residents,

settled in a nursery at first it wasn't evident,

until I got up on that tricycle and started pedalin',

meddling with things making drums outta metal bins,

dreaming of exploring foreign places that I've never been.