Afros And Marijuana Sticks

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1.	Thinking About Stuff 02:16	info	buy track
2.	Afros and Marijuana Sticks 03:34	lyrics	buy track
Well here I am Staring off the edge again Thinking of using the pieces of my person as a period The myriad of problems that 4th Prez is always getting in is stressing him Struggling to find a message in the essence Trying to get these people to accept the fucking lesson But they won’t read the signs so they’re never gonna listen Attempting to make waves and get paid I swear to God this tidal pool won’t be my grave Rancid rambler Crushing verses in a Panzer Dropping stanzas that’ll blow you away just like Adam Lanza Bumping a man from distant Nippon land Inkstains cover his hands Headphones pumping the jams Now If words were water, then frankly, I’m an ocean Dispelling the myths Where’d you get that silly notion From me? Another trickster caught in the weave Shambling through the ashes of the bridges unseen Don’t need my father to feel me, fuck, I’ve had enough Tired of cleaning up the mess he calls his son Yeah, my soul is marred Guess that’s the reason for all these bars I tried and failed to quit I hate this shit Why do I always end up with the dirty end of the stick Why do I want all these people to think I’m legit And why am I at the bottom of my own fucking list Wait I gotta set it strait The music gives me time and space to meditate Don’t be astonished, I’m just finally being honest Not saying I’m a prophet I’m just ready to rock it They tell you to stay humble Don’t go looking for trouble Or you’ll end up in a hole looking up at the Hubble My momma told me to let go and let God But what if there’s no one to catch you when you’re making the dive So I’m Reeling like I lost my breath But my breadth, width and depth is all that I got left Act like I said it all in jest But in reality, I’m happy to get this off my chest Now when you dougie with the devil Make sure you got good shoes on Cause that motherfucker’ll make you boogie all night long Rips in the Vans, torn, they don’t winkle Grey matter ain’t the only thing of mine that’s wrinkled Flowers in the cranium bloom like a geranium But the tar in my lungs keep me from feeling young Living life on the last rung And I’m afraid that my race has already been run Using borrowed time to compose these lines And if I can keep them straight then everything will be fine This conflagration of a nation needs a fucking inundation Break the banks and douse the ranks with the music I’m creating Keep your head up high Eyes on the prize The movement’s still alive Even if it looks paralyzed Rack your brain Hope you gain some fortune People change Hope the fame don’t distort you See, I gotta lot of wrongs to write And I don’t know if I’ma make it to see the sun shine bright But I’ll burn eternal in the night One cigarette to light my life
3.	Wolfie 02:46	lyrics	buy track
This one goes out to her Gave me a lighter when you left And it burned like the fire in my chest Them feelings that I had couldn’t rest And I thought about you even when I slept You see I used to wonder if two people as screwy as us Could find a way to express any kind of (uh) For me, at least, them feelings came slow Child of divorce, not sure if it’s something that I know Feel the rush when I’m drunk When I’m sober, memory’s fleeting And I ponder if the stories you told me were worth repeating Small town girl, big city dreams, barely 19 The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen Wish I was a photograpper So I could properly confer Your body and your beauty Not just a cutie-patootie Had the intellect to match your booty When we first met, I felt lightning shooting through me Turned down other girls cause of feelings I couldn’t prove Acted like a loon, howling at the moon Wondering if you felt the same way too Knew you were my Kryptonite And it killed me like the Crippin life Shit I wasn’t feeling right Looked forward to those autumn nights When we would hang at the monument The words you said would make me laugh Tried to play it cool, I guess that was my gaffe Felt myself slipping and falling into your trap Was on a singular mission, wish I could turn the pages back Story I was writing didn’t have a happy ending Only a matter of time before you’d start to forget me Friends tried to set me straight, I never listened I wanted you in pole position Now I’m tripping I guess I thought that you were different I showed you some music and you said that you were digging it I should have been wary, cause then you said it was scary But I was so caught up, I was past the point of caring You left and I held at the end of the rope Cause I wanted this to end like some literary trope But you were gone And what do you figure Soon as you got home You went back to your nigga This ain’t the first time this has happened, alright Unrequited love, that’s a theme in my life A, K and 47 other initials But you’re the only one who got a message in the interstitial I don’t know what’s wrong with me I’m apt to fall in love with every single woman I see I mean, I’ve heard my heart break audibly But I’m still on the odyssey To figure out this machine Know what I mean Maybe I’ll never get it right Might be my happiness’ll always be out of sight I’ll probably only get to see you in the words that I write And in the pics that keep me smiling at night They say that if you love something, you should let it go Well if you come back I guess the truth will show Until then I know that I’ll just feel low Planting seeds in the snow and hoping that they grow And in the end You probably only see me as a friend But when I think on how it all began I’m glad that I met you back then You’ve become the ink inside my pen Helped me tap this inner zen I’ve just got a few more words See when I flick that lighter it burns And I know that my heart still yearns But this is just another call that you’ll never return Wolfie
4.	Wolfie (Pt. II) 00:47	info	buy track
5.	Empire 02:59	info	buy track
6.	The Green 02:58	lyrics	buy track
Man I can’t get my mind off this ganja Without it I just feel like I’m a goner Was a loner long before I was a stoner Now I roll to get over And the smoke clouds my four eyes Keeps me feeling sky high Never been a cool guy Now I only fly by on the red eye Paved my way with zig-zags and dimebags Take a look at all the friends that I think that I have Uh Paranoia is a motherfuck Just another sign that I might smoke too much Don’t wanna stop toking Because it keeps my mind open And holds me back from the edge enough So yeah, I’ll cop another dub Spark a bowl and send it up 4th Prez, he never gets high enough To forget stupid shit that he’s done Can’t run from my past Still chasing my black ass But the Buddha gives me a pass And keeps the foot on the gas Waking up on the wrong side of the law Getting baked and hoping the fuzz don’t call I wonder how many people have gotten involved Fake friends and loose ends Is that all that they are The drug war is a joke Our fucking President smoked The feds are going for broke Trying to rope black folks Now You can claim that Reagan wasn’t racist But he was the one who set Freeway racing Contras breaking embargos in Key Largo The key to the country It was a key through the barrios Not like they felt sorry though It was one big party, yo Playing polo with narcos And giving guns to the vatos Them chickens came back to roost, eh Took a deuce in the coupe Can’t shoo the past away Today is here to stay The power structure says to kneel and obey Must be a sucker if you think they’ll change their ways Uh Bong hits with pretty girls with rouge lips Long trips in shitty cars that move quick The wind whips So cup a spliff or lose it When the mood hits I’m ready to make movements Yeah It’s a great day today About to hit up Hip-Hop for some fries and some wings Bopping my head to Doom on my way down MLK Don’t think that 4th Prez will ever turn astray The ashtray where I spill my guts is filling up Close to overflowing Not like I really give a fuck The plan is missing The gods must really be tripping The world is burning But no-one seems to listen If the ball drops tomorrow Would you call for a new beginning You chose to fall into the pit that we keep digging No begging for attention It obscures your vision Burn some leaves and figure out what your missing These lungs are too small to hotbox with God That’s why I stay higher than everyone in the squad Walking this lonely road and on I trod Bumping my high-pod until off I nod Can’t tell you if I’m doing okay Awake and bake and think of something to say
7.	Good Morning (Soliloquy of Sobriety) 02:18	lyrics	buy track
Wake up Skies looking kinda gray Pushing my consciousness through the haze Usually feeling this way So I smile and act like everything’s okay Time to grab the grinder and go back to the fade Looking for my spirit in in a box Mean-mugging at the numbers on the clock Almost eleven And I’m on my way to heaven In my boxers, t-shirt and some dingy old socks Open up the smell-proof And embrace God’s living green truth Light some incense before I’m through Or my room will reek like Pepe-le-Pew Rolling kingpin Somebody give me my dues I zig-zag to make the path wider Make sure that I topped off my lighter Cause my Zippo Is a hungry, hungry hippo And I always seem to forget about it when I get higher Yeah, I’m funny like a crutch And I don’t really fuck with the Dutch Already smoking too much And they always make my throat feel fucked up Oh well, sat a spell Guess it’s time to cake up Combust it like a fireman 451 burns papers and desires, man Take a trip on this spaceship and hope that I can find a plan Cause I’m searching through this galaxy for somewhere to land (Damn) It’s the first spliff of the day And everything is feeling okay Not bugging about plans already made Put on some tunes and just drift away The mariguana’s got its tail wrapped around my brain Potheads always have more fun And I’ll never stop flying until I reach the sun Yeah, it’s a good morning Feeling number one But I know that the darkness can’t be outrun Yeah I know that the darkness can’t be outrun (outrun) It can’t be outrun (outrun)
8.	KOTO 03:46	info	buy track
9.	Nothing New 01:16	lyrics	buy track
(What can I tell you man) (It's nothing new) It's nothing new Existing is bloody brutal dude Can't dodge the various abuses Everyone can see the bruises You can't make it, throw up deuces Not like you're the one who loses Moving with the flowing fluid Speak a dream and hope it's lucid This funky onomatopoeia Sounds like blah-de-blah to peons Spitting strains of straight up Klingon Mixed with Freon Through the eons and beyond Whatever level these other motherfuckas be on Who's the best, it's me, mon There's a long way to fall to the bottom of it all And everytime I call, you don't pick up, pick up Existing has it's fair share of hiccups, hiccups Gotta keep your feet steady, don't trip up, trip up Cause if you slip and catch the rumble strip, you tumbling One false move brings a lifetime of pummeling It don't take long for the trouble to tunnel in Tunnel in Sweaty palms and runny nose, spitting prose Heavy aorta made out of stone from getting hosed Colorful portraits of a person you didn't know A glimpse of magic that he shackled to the attic floor Now you can put me through the rigors but I'll never wither In the coldest winter, heat up and make the speakers shiver