sitting in a dark room just took some pills and a hanfull of shrooms got some crazy thoughts going through my head thinking about all my enemies being dead what a happy thought it brings a smile to my face all a nigga wanted to be wasa big nigga what a discrase put himself in a bad case killd a nigga for no reason now hes in the penitentiary and the other homies familys greiving all i ever new was lil homies on the street in the evening shooting up dope all of the time some body next to me might stop breathing tweakers in dark streets creeping they take another hit now they crawling they never seem to stop i dont know what the fuck i was ever thinking' i dont know whats rong with the world or you but i know what wrong with me and youd have to be just as crazy to too rock with me so if your down then spark up that blunt and get high because its time to leave