just chillin, writin some shit .. english when I fall down into my couchtwistin, lickin kickin the brownit feels like heaven is openin infront of my eyesa world where beats dont has to be controversalisedbut someone has to show the people, lead them backto when rap was about reality, not bling cars and all thatthe lyrics was all facts and real situationstellin the people was the only destinationbut then it got into a business, got twistedmillions were givin for spittin some lyricsabout pistols, bitches, hennesy richard and cristalmtv cribs in the buildin, cars, plasma-televisiona big pool on the back, playground for the childrenthis year livin in beverly hills, last year in prisonrecordlabels made him listen, tellin there's cash to earnsellin his soul for wealthieness, gold n girlsand now he can afford to burn cash on the hottest clubas much on an evening as it took him a month to earna life can change so fast we barely notice itbut I can't say I don't want a life where I get all that I wishhavin a gourgoes chick rollin up a morningspliffeveryday and gives head while I smoke the shitbut yo this is just my thoughts while sittin here alonerollin up joint after joint, getin all stoned..