^^ He was the son of a dope man ^^
What he saw is what he learned
He left school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chill
Cuz deep in his heart he knows that God is real
Momma still tries to open his eyes
Cuz the way a man lives is the way a man dies.
His father's doin 25 to life
Cuz the love of money cuts like a knife
Blinding lights
He doesn't know which way to go
His best friend just got killed 2 days ago
He writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote
A little note about how bad his heart was broke
Before the mail could even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel.
Sellin wholesale just like his pops taught him
Rock bottom...
A motherfukin cop shot him...

im insane! to much THC in my brain!
you think this is just a game?
your lifes tame, ya go around lookin for ppl ta blame
the eazy way outs just fukin lame
ya think ya got it hard think again
id tell u straight but i dunno where ta begin
ya think everything in lifes a sin
have a lil fun or ur never gonna win
so ya eather reach for the joint or for the gin
end of the week ya bring ur bottles bak to tha bin
goto the store get sum beer
after a few u have no fear
drivin in ur car ya can hardly steer
ya try ta pass a car but smash the rear
ur in the ditch drunk as a fish
stayin home would of been ur only wish
only drive if u stick ta tha purple kish
i say kish? i ment tha kush
to thos who are hatin its a natural bush
starts as a shrub, feed it some fertz
now ur growin like all tha expertz
almost done, u pinch a nug , wut a sight
give it a taist...
ya thought barks had bite?
hit it hard! ur in for a fight
but don't worry you'll get over ur parinoid fright
*ding ding ding* its tha doobie against tha light
so put the flame to that jane dont be uptight
hit it to ur brain its fun ta be insane
*all mine straight frum my head*

i always prevok friends to toke
tha way u hit my joint is a joke
i hit it so hard, like a frog, i almost croke
gettin cought up in sum thick ass smoke
hit it real hard, but don't choke
you only got 2 lungs, now ones broke
i told ya not to try ta out blaze me
thats like tryin ta out buzz a bee
i keep smokin even when things seem haze-E
after the 5th or 6 blunt i start feelin laze-E
all this weeds makin muh brain go crazy-E
but thats ok cuz it keeps me happ-E
always feel better when i feel crap-E
all i need is a little T-H-C
so thats...
1 hit... 2 hits... 3 hits for me!
*once again, all me*

A Freestyle for Canada
I got chicks like Pamela this for the Canada
The only game I ever got good at was Galaga
Cold like Alaska flip’em like a spatula
People be tryna bite my flows like Dracula
Spectacula my rappin doesn’t seem to have a replica
In jail I saw a dude go from Jesse to Jessica
S.P. the messenga I’m strong like a wrestla
In my lac jammin “Twenty Five On The Dressa”
Dope Fiend blessa in the land of tha forgotten
Pickin hoes out da club like I used to pick cotton
Freestyle for Nathan, brains fried like some bacon
Got my hood snowin like a scalp when it’s flakin
Money makin maniac turn’em to a frady cat
Born in the gutta homie jus like a baby rat
My lady’s tat got S.P.M. in faded black
People say, “You look like S.P.M., but ain’t he fat?”
Just like a janey sack I been gettin slim fast
Prison life turned my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk bench press my mattress
Curlin pillowcases fulla books and an atlas
Can you undastand this or has a G lost touch
Walkin in my con-chucks livin out long months
Every day like a week while I write this little note
Time standin but I swear my watch isn’t broke
Not in’ta sniffin coke but I might blow jane
Love my music screwed may be cause I gotta slow brain
Rose out the dope game jumped in tha flow game
Started out slow like a stray dog with no name
But I got popular quicka than an I’Pod
Started makin cash so I had to quit my night job
I became an x-back street pharmacist
Now I’m tryna find a place where I can park tha six
I make the darkest hitz used to chop the largest bricks
I set the game on fire like an arsonist
This flow is gettin long really should be leavin
I make rappers sound like they in they rookie season
So as I go it’s peace to my Canadians
You got love from this illegal alien.......yep!

Los