Grab a stick and bust it open// type of vibe will have your mind costing// smoking something good can’t keep my eyes open// but I can see the stars I fell like I’m chosen// roll one moe cause I can’t get enough// even tho my lung closing// the joints it harder on rainy days // my pain burn then it just falls away // I’m asking god for another stick to protect my family// because pride is the cose of Tragedy up that fire on your body the ash’s yea yea blow n away// my wife tell me I need to chill// so I roll a backwood cause there’s more to fell out in that fire yea super kill// with out her I’m drowning felling like captain on a sinking ship// I swore When the blunt hit my lips I fell more love// but the reality is nobody truly give a fuck fell like I’m stuck// so I grab a stick a bust it open and keep smoking tell my body floating// now I’m paranoid pistol holding 21 3 will get it done