Letting off some weight...by Musa

heading to Houston on a rocket/ with a dry wallet/ empty pocket/ herbs gone, far from home/ screaching chrome/ locked in my home/ being shots in the dome/ who want me dead/ is it some crooked fed/ or a envious bitch/ I swear many switch/ am no gunner, but I'll toast it with cha/ have your family miss cha/ if you have one/ and I hate guns/ but I'll be damn if my family gervie/ over the lost of me/ shit you won't see/ I been plotting/ cause I ain't forgotten/ how you're so bold/ truth be told/ soon on steak out/ at the steakhouse/ your surroundings by a vulture/ you stolen cuture/ dam baby do you need a burp/ knowing I came first/ the rest are hybrids/ wild kids/ no respect for the life before/ pay homage and open a door/ preachers chasing whores/ oh yea they coming preying for what's yours/ spit out noggies/ after your cookie/ ain't no fooling me/ stay on p/ hyping I wont be/ but dammit I party hard/ you'll be touching the stars/ leaking cuming out your draws/