420 verse

It's 4/20 and I feel funny.

hungover, shit's real fuzzy

Lungs open it's real bustin

Fucked over, I feel nothin.

 

I want everybody to know, that they'll be okay.

motherfucking bloody knuckles, are just a part of change.

I wish I could, I miss the good, I fit no hood, misunderstood

the brotherhood gave up on me, another block abandoned me

Maybe it was for the money, maybe it was anxiety,

Maybe it was karma making love to the irony

 

either way, I'm wondering where I could be.

Devlish shortsighted titan greed

if you think I could be bad well I agree

got more soul than Mephistopheles,

what's stoppin me?