Peeled orange rinds, getting to the meat and the juice, weed is evergreen like a spruce
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Peeled orange rinds, getting to the meat and the juice, weed is evergreen like a spruce
Clearin da smoke that was put there by da system to make you ignorant and dumb I am da one who struck once and took you out of your common slum
The plant olders than the system that fenced 'em, vegetarian Rastafari praised it for its wisdom, Not from the Common slum w/ the brains numb, just a wild lifestyle bangin on drums
A wise man once said "da dumb are mostly intrigued by da drum" thats why I ripped da leather that makes da beat and spit raw just like my street
You can't blow into a box and pretend that the wind belongs just to you, Just cuz its not the same path don't make it any less true
All paths da same they all lead to death some paths are addictive like meth, So it don't matter which way you go at the end it will be da same show
Wrong, The end is only the beginning when I'm stretched out like the 7th inning, Might be near the end in your line of reason but one game don't make a whole season
One play in da first quarter can determine da outcome of da game, Like when you pass up a moment that could of gave you fame
How bout you reread the line, the mind's like wine, its get better with time, Tryin to front young'em, but you ain't standin next to mine
No frontin here nothin but straight truf only 16 and I got knowledge and da proof that 99.9% of society is blind, deaf or dumb I ain't sayin your mind is left numb, its been 3 years from when I left my common slum, Now a gravedigga I ain't spreadin knowledge with da trigga
No weapons and not stressin life's lessons, I take 'em as blessings, how to discern between the two?, thats the question.
Cuz experience tells me those quick to judge are slow to budge from their original stance, but you can't read a book by giving the cover a glance
Life lessons?I'll say sumtin 2 of my generals struck down in sabotage, Some say da streets is a warzone but more like da lions pit where you must wear camouflage, But not me always exposed never hid in da bushes at night I went straight up in broad day light, but not anymore thats da old me I just hittin da books hard and spittin knowledged filled verses to show you don't need to bust shots to be free
breath control like wind flows, cool breeze ease scenarios, emcees behold like mummified wrappings of Pharoah, as the sun sleeps it paints a multi-colored sky, like storms paints rainbows
I saw stars in the dark universe, I guess that what celebrities unfold, the best or the worst, the moon is the new earth, reality like gravity it brings you back to earth, can it be so simple, to be real like acne pimples and dimples
Me and marc-one, spark sons and illimunate dark funds
In the shark gun world, law one is if u see the narcs run