Smoking on the rasta just to ease my mind; I don't know why I do's it, but I blews it, all the time; Mary Jane's the only one that's always down to ride; She tells me come on by then she puts me in the sky; Taught me I don't need wings just to get up very high; Equip with thousands of flavors, all of which I'm going to try, She keeps me cool, like calm, I'm twisting up a blunt; Must be a fool, like a pawn, now I'm fed up on the hunt; You hungry? I feed, can't eat? I got weed; Get money that Indeed, Yeah I'm a p.i.m.p.; Player in management position Lord knows I'm on a mission, Why is it got to be this way, Why's my trigger finger itching; Don't make me have to spray, Bro dude just stop snitchin; Why you asking all them questions, Till ya ass End up missing, must be dreaming about heaven, Father come take me home; There ain't nothing for me here, Lord I feel so alone; Just trying to find a ear, No one picks up the phone; Listen I'm the one who put them on, But fuck it, I'm gone!!!