Herb Garden

Used to ride up on the bus, with nothing more than a pad

Without a book, without a phone, and yet I never was mad

You see I’m clever when it comes to adding up my math

Cuz all the negatives are sedatives, that turn you bad

Wishing for shit, that a bunch of other people done had

And then you wonder how someone with nothing still keeps glad

It’s funny

The root of all evil is nothing from money

It's all from the hungry, who keep on steady running for more

Robbing a liquor store, for just another shot they can pour

Drowning in sorrows, looking for a piece of mind they can borrow

The devil will follow along if you allow him the door

The typa shit I explore,

There’s still a lot more to gain

See my pops plays the lotto, like every fuckin day

But the money won't come quick

All it does is bust, slick

like a drug, the more you get,

The more they love reality

Painting pictures of written scriptures

In heaven casually

Like I ain’t ever been a sinner

It’s just the seed that they planted,

Up in my head, was a standard

That getting lit like a lantern

Was all that mattered in this lonely life

And still I’m praying at my worst that God'll hold me tight