"My piss ain't never been so clear
My pockets never been so empty
My heart ain't never been this full
But my stomach is not so my nikka don't tempt me
I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I'm tired, I'm smoking
It often seems this life that we want is only lost in dreams
Am I'm getting lost in the thought of myself tryna wake nikkas up like a coffee bean?
She called my vices
We was at Starbucks gettin' lost in these caramel apple spices
Conversation all but priceless, topics ranged from the innermost thoughts to all the trifling shyt on Worldstar
And other solar systems, and other planets of people, and how close our worlds are
And how she don't ever really smoke but how nice my pearls are"
Edit: fukk it
"Cause life got a nikka stressed out
It ain't all just about rap no more
My name just like my phone and it buzz so much I don't even text back no more
I done sold so many clothes I don't even gotta pack no more
Just throw it all in one bag, break it down and roll it all in one joint
Take a puff and blow it all in one drag
We gone with the wind
Out in Montreal somewhere where your French don't gotta be excused
French inhales with some friends with my quality of life on the fringe I just see it as a muse
Everybody hurts, I just deal with the abuse
Passion of Christ with my pen to the pad
Your passion for life will exceed the paper just a sip of the holiest water he has"
Mannnnn
@ how accurate this is 
