Soul Theory - Blunt of my Mind lyrics

Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind See I'm one of a kind There's a brain behind All these different wonderful rhymes Some people's livin in the past Cuz they runnin from time Seems like so long since big punisher died Hope he see me when I'm lookin up from under the sky I'mma tell you how it is cuz I got nothin to hide And soul theory makes the beats that'll bump in the ride This criminal lifestyle that I'm jumpin inside A mastermind, superb with both sides of his brain Roll me up into a swisher, start flyin away But ash my soul, rub the L on the side of the tray Cuz its hard looking up, like the sky when it rains Smokin strains that levitate me like David Blaine I'm a player and you hatin on my game Say my name, cuz this here's my destiny child Now that all the stress is off of my chest I can rest for a while Just roll up (6x) Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind All you haters relax Sit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fine With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so high Got me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mind And I shall not hold my tongue So i'mma speak till I fold my gums I was told to run Cuz every day is a colder one I wake up not knowing if I'm old or young I can't find my place so I lay upon these beats Covering my pain with layers of melodic sheets Mother earth's a b**h so when kingdom come We gonna bring em some till thy will be done And still to come is when I'm finally driven to insanity By my family, who never seemed to be a fan of me My knees are shaken, see I'm not able to stand Cuz they label a man by his paper in hand Sittin in a dark alley with some paper and pens Writin, just thinkin when this day's gonna end What can you say to a man who can't look at himself When the image in the mirror keeps on yellin for help Just roll up (6x) Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind All you haters relax Sit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fine With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so high Got me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mind Hip hop's child, you feel me do the touchin Spittin got me smitten, no excuses for the lovin I'm tryina get it written but I'm comin up with nothin A couple words in each line filled with somethin somethin somethins And to me, hip hop ain't got a criminal past Its just explosions of sound as these syllables clash Briain on critical ma** f** political trash These politicians speakin, but its comin out they a** Talkin bout "school is cool" and "d** for thugs" Tryina push me down the path, but I shall not budge Cuz, i've been thinkin and I think I have a hunch Who hand the mic to get enough While me and music makin love And my community, ain't all about who I choose to be This life and what it do to me, the ruined opportunities This figurative language that I'm speakin so fluently Look back like a photo album seein who I used to be Playin piano while I'm strummin guitar Can't buy myself a spaceship so I'm runnin to mars Stare at d**h in the face, like I'm under a car And not everybody hatin, but enough for you all Just roll up (6x) Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind All you haters relax Sit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fine With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so high Got me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mind