Verse One

Ooh Daddy what's that smell, somehow familiar
like it rang a bell through your closed door, the Sensimilla
Now serendipitous hittin' the L,
cache my seashell ashtray has a wealth of memorabilia
I can create mythical tales, but why over embellish
when life can shit on you rain some sort of hell with no umbrellas
Pick from poisons they sell us
They rather recognize me for my pain, instead of saying
"Tell us your name chief"
I smoke that bomb diggidy, bomb bomb diggidy bang
problems fizzle away, bong ripple ghetto champagne
A toast to those who battle and brave the scattered cliches
It's cool to stand for nothing, we all outer space
I still communicate with OG by Muhammad's Mosque
He rocks with his toothbrush, rubber band tied round his sock
we share being aware and how to take the bare min
in a mere millisec could clear pinpoint project

Hook

Could say I don't give a shh but I'd be lying
We acting like it's fly, half of us is dying
We justify this world we live in where pockets hurt
But I got something to give em so watch and learn
Could say I don't give a shh but I'd be lying
I'm just trynna live yal just die trying
Could see why I don't give a mind nor my concern
But I got something to give em so watch and learn


Verse Two

They want your background experience with crack now
without how your hood became an outhouse for cash cows
and my main man's whole fam was on crack
"You can crash at my crib, we'll do your homework so you won't get left back"
They love the 'Ballad of the Sad Young Man'
the cine noir, the 'Rhythm of The Night' colored white, supplied by El Debarge
Prison barges with captives stare into the void
With no regrets I ain't take that package from Coolie Boy
They mad that I ain't ask but got consignment
With sad eyes they want to give me the watch, retirement
The sleek street's finish corrode
got some entities hanging round they neck that's not gold, that's his soul
A wise man hides in the wino that drinks Irish Rose
The dude abides, cue the sirens, kaleidoscope
colorblind to green envy not green pastures
I'll be overseas like an octave or masters

Hook until fade