smoke good, eat good, live good
smoke good, eat good, live good
smoke good, eat good, live good

smoke good, eat good, live good

i used to want to see the penitentiary

way after elementary
thought it was cool to look the judge
in the face while he sentenced me

since my uncles was institutionalized
my intuition has said i was suited for family ties
my mama is stressing, my daddy tired

i need me a weapon, these ^!$$%s ride
every minute, hour and second. ministers tried
to save me. how i'm gonna listen

when i don't even hear god?
heaven or hell, base it all on my instincts
my hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink

you like to mistake a street ^!$$% for real ^!$$%
the same ^!$$% that killed with ya, squealed with ya
i deal with ya like my son

stare at the sun and you'll be lookin
in my eyes homie. stand for something
or fall for anything, and you working

with two left feet at the skating rink
but anyway, this for my ^!$$%s
uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures

i want you to know that i'm so determined
to blow, that you hear the music
i wrote, hope it get you off death row

you came home to a pocket full of stones
a metro pc phone, then you went back in
so when i touch the pen, the pen is in

my view. i'mma get it right, just so you:

and i do this for the city

got some hennessey and my real
^!$$%s with me
$#&@ the police, they gonna have

to come and get me