Morgon freestyle
A blunt's litten.. I spark the haze and start to blaze
Suddenly all of my problems seems so far away..
Diggin through carts and crates.. I launch and play
and I can hear Marvin Gaye through the audio waves
I'm bustin bars of pain and I got the heart to say
I pop more pills than Zach Braff in Garden State
If you also got the blues and it's dark and grey
Sunshine will come even if it's feels harsh today
I guess that's life though, so I stays with eyes low
Blaze that hydro in the cut gettin chased by five-o
Do you always worry about make that fine dough
Or do you live like it was the last days of life yo?
Do you worry bout gettin paid or live for the day?
No mather what path you walked time's slippin away
I can't hold on to the past... simple and plain
But still I live in the nineties and wished it remain
These feelings gettin more difficult to cope with
But it feels better when I'm gettin off emotions
And it helps with sniffin coke and smokin spliffs
All there's left is a bitter soul and hopelessness..
But it's like whatever... I still run in the south
Catch me on my block with a blunt in my mouth