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on sunday i wake up, count my blessings thank the lord

and then roll up me my herbal, acting like erkel

i wanna amass the mass as one and blast our ass'

to the future, sunday thoughts got me less ignorant

if you voted trump you already signed ya waiver, its end game

cause wise guys be falling in are favor, adding more open

eyes it may seem that we're ready now, if we wait longer you'll be seeing nukes

come down, i aint clowing around, and now stand back, im about to

flip the whole track, cause my mind says freak it like that, pussy, money

marijuana are the future thats facts if it ain't already that, i sit back and

handle my sack wit a slight steez she arched her back and it pleased me

in the moment hitten stank pussy so greasy i am, italian poet man,

napoli don focus, sicilian blood got me ready and potent to strike at

any one sneak dissin on the mic you entice me to write just stop all

the hatin no debatin i aint you im just me, as kurt cobain said

come as you are so you see here i am just a man who's plan

got outta hand but im destined for glory man ill pen this story and

make sure i leave out no details throughout my life i had to prevail

through the struggles that held me stagnant why everybody wanna

bag on me, thinkin back to days playing panther football

i was always the oddball, thats what made me stall i cant stand

up for myself unless im behind the mic or with my homies who

really know me, like sosa remy and ody, spill liqour for my homies

up in heaven we miss ya, wish you could still be in the picture today

at times my mind goes astray and i can't portray what i wanna say

correctly, can someone resurrect the old me so i could show the homies

how i was this is'nt me this is all i wanna be, so contradictive im a hard

person to live with, man the shadows never give in, i see a small orb

so i headed it towards it, a green light it shined so bright i went to touch it

and it spoke, it said stay woke, i was high hell no joke.

 

Mary jay open up my third eye baby