Mary J

Open my eyes, roll up a dime, I got raw papers and some woods at my side,

you know its kush just by the look so if you hittn dawg prepare to be fried.

 

 

Wake up then i bake up that's the daily routine, its essential erryday just like brushing your teeth,

just a potheads point of view its hard to see past the green,

lids be low as hell and red eyes aint concealed by visine,

I'm on my own no need to fret bout family up in the scene,

step in my crib you'd think I sprayed dat dank just like febreeze,

from the zip pull out a nug fuck wheres my space case b,

fifth time misplacing it that happens when you fuck with tree,

so anyway this Marley paper plus this bong on my table

close to ignition got that eggs and oj fresh out the kitchen,

thinking who will always be there just to sit down and listen,

now on my own I stand alone priorities have been shifted,

but still I'm lifted with high beams forever fixed on my mission,

stay on my grind and keep the ties i made before adolescence,

before pollution of the soul affected niggahs decisions,

when innocence allowed ones character to never be questioned,

that's how I know the mans I roll with be sincere with they actions,

we disagree but what family don't deal with rivalry tactics,

you clearly see and could predict what they would do if you asked them,

from life's experience 2 decades worth of data collected,

of countless laughs and fucked up maps relived when blunts in rotation,

like remember michael fucked his leg up or that hit list of jerrys ,

too many jokez, but all I know this herb john Stockton when it come to assisting,

the adhesive bonding niggahs everyday for a session.

And not to mention medicine for numerous ill conditions,

while market drugs provide an end to someone pain if they wish it.

Man fuck the government they bias just as long as they winning,

differ your vision, give you glasses without any prescription,

but we unique thought some believe that 20 20 was given,

realization of the fact we hold the power is missing.

Its in our hands to pave a future that our offsprings can live in,

quite far from now but having nephews makes you mentally live it.

So as i roach da ziggy trippin many thoughts in my head,

this state of bliss won't be relinquished till the day that I'm dead.

Until that moment THC will probably flow through my head,

stay celibate from all the negative nd stack up my bread.