hells pot peep will return the favor
Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 7:48 am
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i got so many homeys who are just smoking that shit..
who sit back toking it thinking it aint hitting that brain..
it aint that it aint hitting, it's just that it takes away the pain..
of whatever they went through in their younger days..
instead of clowning with pops, they up running around..
watchin em shadow box their moms till shes fucked up on the ground..
it prolly aint even that, they prolly got brothers and primos..
a mother whose single wit a father whose bothered to be seen though..
so she smokes it tambien, till her minds pleasent..
till she gets busted havin her kids askin why she left em..
it might not even be that, it might be that they migrated..
to a place where hatred was around em with fakers..
fake smiles, double faced ass fools with no cora..
no respect unless u in the same shit they smoke up pura..
saying fuck it, fam aint got shit, ghettos a bitch..
so hes ready to let go of the feeling that make him a trip..
he smokes, he snorts it, forgetting everything and what..
those who care about em working hard till theyre fucked..
so hes chilling, picking up banging little brother is watching..
while hes coming home rubbin his nose and coughing..
eyes opens like an owl, just aint the same instincts...
trippin on those who'll be the last to cause him some trippin..
but what can the fam do, call the cops on their blood?..
have em running away and end up dead cause of no love..
sometimes its the simple shit, the simple facts..
kicking it with the wrong homeys might get u fucked back..
jefitas trippin out, she thinks its just another viaje..
her little boy doing drugs? nah, fuck that, chales..
until one night shes out and about, searchin through all..
till she saw with her own eys the demons causing the fall..
his back pocket full of the devil's blood, hands dropped..
he aint a man yet, he's a boy in the black abyss of hells pot..
fa sho
i got so many homeys who are just smoking that shit..
who sit back toking it thinking it aint hitting that brain..
it aint that it aint hitting, it's just that it takes away the pain..
of whatever they went through in their younger days..
instead of clowning with pops, they up running around..
watchin em shadow box their moms till shes fucked up on the ground..
it prolly aint even that, they prolly got brothers and primos..
a mother whose single wit a father whose bothered to be seen though..
so she smokes it tambien, till her minds pleasent..
till she gets busted havin her kids askin why she left em..
it might not even be that, it might be that they migrated..
to a place where hatred was around em with fakers..
fake smiles, double faced ass fools with no cora..
no respect unless u in the same shit they smoke up pura..
saying fuck it, fam aint got shit, ghettos a bitch..
so hes ready to let go of the feeling that make him a trip..
he smokes, he snorts it, forgetting everything and what..
those who care about em working hard till theyre fucked..
so hes chilling, picking up banging little brother is watching..
while hes coming home rubbin his nose and coughing..
eyes opens like an owl, just aint the same instincts...
trippin on those who'll be the last to cause him some trippin..
but what can the fam do, call the cops on their blood?..
have em running away and end up dead cause of no love..
sometimes its the simple shit, the simple facts..
kicking it with the wrong homeys might get u fucked back..
jefitas trippin out, she thinks its just another viaje..
her little boy doing drugs? nah, fuck that, chales..
until one night shes out and about, searchin through all..
till she saw with her own eys the demons causing the fall..
his back pocket full of the devil's blood, hands dropped..
he aint a man yet, he's a boy in the black abyss of hells pot..
fa sho