The poor folks feel me The others think that im intrestin The rappers think silently Dammit he is the king I ain't tryin to rub it in Its really this f**in pen Won't let a n***a sleep From the problems that trouble him Or maybe its her While shes spillin this black blood My gurl hates when i snort coke Cuz i can't f**? I guess cuz i trust you Or maybe cuz im gone On this excellent mushroom But just for the record I could smoke marijuana And still f** Like my aunt Bettys horny chihuahua Im short on saliva That mean i suffer from cottonmouth So many dark memories Im fightin to block em out (hook) If hes always in some trouble But inside you like him Youre addicted to storms And baby he will provide em The cool cats fade And end up dead or in prison Or workin bullsh** jobs Cuz they never would listen (2 times) Im sorry that my music Ain't for people to dance to In fact grab a bible Lets please go to Matthew Nah im not a preacher But im guessing you know that I do give advice Like youre too young to smoke crack No really im serious Youll f**in crave it all day I got a friend that sells his a** And he ain't even gay But i won't say his name Im sure that Brad is emberra**ed Hes addicted to rock And i feel bad for his parents And i know that im lost But see, i been thru alot So try to listen everytime That SPM do a talk Drugs will destroy you But good grades make u beautiful And if he left school Mami he isnt suitable () Every nerd making A's Stays on top of the game And there isnt any hope For those caught up in gangs You only get one chance And then youre adults Study hard while youre young It brings endless results And its always god first Cuz the devil is real And when you see me In the dropped '77 cevielle I hope you tell me something good Like the U Because a G stand for Graduate of of 2 g blank So fill so fill it in I jus say it Cuz u mean so much And when i tell you, that i love you It extreme? But this is the end of my 40 So im resting my pen Like the beer commercial say I gotta know when to say when () And i know you got a crush on him mami He makes you feel alive right But f** that Look at his report card Especially in the conduct section A dumba** who dragged you down thru the mud Thru ditches and gutters Some people are addicted to storms Cuz they were raised in one So they become attracted to trouble But recognize it and fight it Only you can save you baby...