re-do
desperate times cause for desperate measures
95% Puerto Rican 5% Faygo, which way do I go?
endless routines of repetitive depressants
I'm thinkin too slow
the hustle was flawless and like clockwork
handlin one clickin over to pacify the other
"hold on...I think that's my mother"
was I so wrong? I was happy-now I'm just left content
with time spent chasing money I spent and time I lent
I wonder if I have enough lint to start a fire
I smoke hopin this L will take me higher
but this "L" only leads to useless desires
"love" thrown at me like inaccurate disses by irrelevant misses
but with the misses come close distances
I want to shape up into a shape that will make thoughts deja vu
yeah i'm talkin to you- rethink that one
is "geniusity" a word?...it should be
so fresh dope and hype, I mesh cope and write contemplations
are you content or should you be held in contempt?
as I smoke this bag of weed and release any wants to turn my back, I think about Iraq
he's servin his time in minimum security, aware of the land mines
wishin time would past faster
hopin that tomorrow comes quicker and his eyes still open
so that when we open our door he's there...askin for a Newport..."gimmie a cigarette aLi"
maybe its just me
I don't mind being alone to tend to my own devices, but my advice is this
miss those who are gone
nurture and cherish your own
never think you're too old to chase the ice cream man
know that askin too many questions doesn't make you a hoodlum
be not ashamed of hugs, shame premature thugs
smile in the face of your enemy, for he knows not the future you see him to be
be you, be strong, cry blues, cry wrongs, do right, be sensitive, be light, be intense and give
just be.
-aLi
...eh yes i wrote this and yes it is copywritten-gracias
p.s, yuh i'm genius_inc so simmer down fuq juices i ain't steal shyt.
95% Puerto Rican 5% Faygo, which way do I go?
endless routines of repetitive depressants
I'm thinkin too slow
the hustle was flawless and like clockwork
handlin one clickin over to pacify the other
"hold on...I think that's my mother"
was I so wrong? I was happy-now I'm just left content
with time spent chasing money I spent and time I lent
I wonder if I have enough lint to start a fire
I smoke hopin this L will take me higher
but this "L" only leads to useless desires
"love" thrown at me like inaccurate disses by irrelevant misses
but with the misses come close distances
I want to shape up into a shape that will make thoughts deja vu
yeah i'm talkin to you- rethink that one
is "geniusity" a word?...it should be
so fresh dope and hype, I mesh cope and write contemplations
are you content or should you be held in contempt?
as I smoke this bag of weed and release any wants to turn my back, I think about Iraq
he's servin his time in minimum security, aware of the land mines
wishin time would past faster
hopin that tomorrow comes quicker and his eyes still open
so that when we open our door he's there...askin for a Newport..."gimmie a cigarette aLi"
maybe its just me
I don't mind being alone to tend to my own devices, but my advice is this
miss those who are gone
nurture and cherish your own
never think you're too old to chase the ice cream man
know that askin too many questions doesn't make you a hoodlum
be not ashamed of hugs, shame premature thugs
smile in the face of your enemy, for he knows not the future you see him to be
be you, be strong, cry blues, cry wrongs, do right, be sensitive, be light, be intense and give
just be.
-aLi
...eh yes i wrote this and yes it is copywritten-gracias
p.s, yuh i'm genius_inc so simmer down fuq juices i ain't steal shyt.