Opressed Thoughts (W.A.L.L.S)

I just wanna smoke blunts, take bad hoes to lunch, and make sure my kids straight Shoot the shit with my niggas, talking big figures, grind with my sensei Pushing whips and we back to back with theses acrobats and we action packed Her ass is fat and I work the wheel while she pack the black with that happy sack I just wanna get money, f*ck with snow bunnies, make sure my peers know That it ain’t ever too late to dream, it’s irate to work with no scheme tho Inside my circle, we out the box, and my paradox is extreme hoe It’s hard to focus on life when death is so real and you ain’t got C.R.E.A.M yo I just wanna wake up and go blow a bag on shit cause I can Poppin’ tags, while I’m poppin’ tops for my niggas locked in a can Still ridin’ with that iron tiger cause niggas always on scam I’m too erratic, my mind scrambles, when the lines are tampered I scram I just wanna do good, but every-time everything just go bad So I backslide, to face my past life, I guess that’s just who I am But am I askin’ too much, or braggin’ too much, but shall I demand That all my niggas go free, I feel they deserve it, soon as I am ON