I was born about a quarter Mexican
And I’ve been rollin with a quarter pack again.
Go ahead and pack it ma’am.
I ride around with lesbians.
They So rad that they hook me up with all their friends.
I never flipped one over, but they let me hang my arms all on up on their shoulders.
On some straight g shit.
Check my sock for a g miss.
It’s genius, how I only stay true on some real shit.
When I die nigga, it won’t mean less.
I grew a third eye from smokin so much seedless.
Checked all my priorities, my shit’s seamless.
Lately I’ve been workin on my spirit.
My lungs are so fucked, I’m think about goin back to the spirits.
Pull up the leopard hoodie like I’m fearless.
If a nigga talkin shit the homies take his teethes.
That’s on some worst case shit.
On some, uh, I didn’t really mean shit.
Somethin like a hippy.
It’s been awhile since I’ve showered and my fingers’ kinda sticky.
Squirtal squad pull the bong.
Blastin off the deems with some shades on.
I learned to freak a bitch, no trainer.
She squirt it on my bed like I’m tryina drain her.
Ask about who about to come up,
It’s a no brainer.
I put knowledge on a level no greater.
Rockin skinnies. kickin vans. look like my sponsor baker.
Although my flow can get more technical than the footwork on a skater.
As the Midwest winter takes another,
I’m thinking of what to say to my brother.
He is at loss of his lover
And his heart begins to stutter.
We all can’t afford to stare at another hole.
A body in a box minus the soul.
I can’t put together the stairs to heaven.
You watched a soul beckon with me.
Divorce split him quite literally.
The journey from love to loss cycles.
Some fall in love so deep it gets psycho.
It paints your brain black, I know this.
It turned my lungs black and left me worthless.
It’s staying light out until 6:00 now though.
I can see the sun on the end of the eclipse.
I promise you’ll hold stronger hips
And feel vulnerable to softer lips.
We fear ourselves in the winter here.
Feeling the heat of the sun makes you feel like a winner here.
I remember thinking this morning
About nothing at all.
Waking up with a girl to love,
I only give soft kisses in hopes to keep distance
But while your in my bed
I’ll give in and let you hold my chin.
In your eyes, my head is on a plater.
You gather my attention
And only now am I in bed with you.
12 hours suddenly comes together all at once.
I kept you in my peripheral all night
Even when you got me cookies got us liquor and smoked me up.
All the selfishness smacks me
And forces me to think.
Am I a free spirit or a selfish bastard?
The difference is attitude I suppose.
I am grateful to have you here
So that’s why I can’t stop looking at the ceiling.
I put my arm around you and hope it’s enough for you.
When I drive you home, I might even offer you a cigarette.
It seems like to all of my old girlfriends,
I’m someone they wish they never met.
I left them in emotional debt
But the sun is in my eyes and my back hurts now.
I can’t see myself getting up today
So go ahead and stay.
I smoke a pack every other day.
I’m not stressed.
Actually, I’m doing great.
It’s been like three days since I’ve showered.
I’m not depressed,
I just haven’t had the time.
As my hair curls wild
So does my smile.
This change of perspection,
Something I’ve given attention,
Is letting something new show.
As my friends book shows
And our extension grows,
I begin to settle.
I’ve been sitting on the ground
And just picking the grass.
To a blind man,
I’m only letting time pass.
Truthfully, I got a little tired running
And I still had questions to ask.
I’ve never really seen tomorrow to be honest.
If I’m content with what I’ve done today,
it’s never going to change.
I’m stained with love
And sustain a drug habit.
I love who I am
And what I want, I have it.
I used to think love was locked in someone
Waiting for me to grab it
But when I went through my past,
I may have been dramatic.
My inward light is refracting
And I notice the change in my surroundings.
This peace of mind is spiritual
And I carry it with me now.