The bunch of people that surround me,
used to smoke weed around me.
I saw them hittin’ joints fittin stuff,
littin joints then puff ‘n’ puff.
Some are rough some are sweet,
Some are tough, come and meet.
Just listen have a seat,
you can watch you can’t beat,
my homies are synonyms of heat.
Some are having whiskey in veins,
some score weed in rains,
some shed blood on lanes,
but we distribute our pains.
Some have seen gunfights,
some have seen heartbreaks,
some have bad hot minds,
some bring cool snowflakes.
We do right to the wrong,
we live life as our song.
With buddies, I can write,
life should be big if not too long.
My brothers pray for me,
and they pay for me.
They are polite for me but will fight for me,
They all stay for me, waste day for me,
Sit whole night for me, are dynamite for me,
They make way for me.
And I say sorry to the fuckers playing game,
we will push, and punch but defend each other’s name,
you could aim, you could blame,
but we’ll grind the same, we’ll shine the same.
And we feel no shame, inhaling joints exhaling pain, in the rain in the sun,
I need brothers, not a gun.
Makin fun and rolling blunt, Stand in front for each other,
just keep calm and listen further,
first, roll another joint brother,
and other than this if you have doubts in mind,
The boys are lit, fit to hit, still, they all are kind.
Whenever you’ll find you’ll find them high,
Busy following the plan and tripping side by,
And they try to be great, they are challenging the fate,
We respect who creates so we create and never, hate.
So all of you creep, please don’t let me go deep,
You better go to your sleep,
and never dare peep.
What I am doing in my life,
Pretend to be a sweet boy,
but we all are knife
We know how to cut,
but let the time make you shut.

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