Smoking Section

I was talkin' to a guy that I respect dearly the other day And he told me not to get so distracted fighting the alligators That I forget to clean the swamp And it took me a second to think about what he was really sayin' But he was sayin' "Don't let my problems distract me so much dealin' with them, I forget my mission" Hey baby brother, how ya doin' The streets still holdin' The last time I seen ya, you ain't seem so focused Can't believe I ain't noticed, I can't believe I missed it Life been crazy man, fast life livin' While Struggle's sittin' in prison, I'm sittin' and trippin' And I'm sittin' here wishin' that you were sittin' here with me But you're not, I'm all alone Tryin' to write this song Sippin' on some bourbon and blowin' a little strong This is therapeutic music so I'm takin' my time Figured while I had a second, I would drop you a line Me and Will are doing well man, don't worry 'bout us I bet yo ass up there chillin' probably rollin' it up I hope that Heaven has a smoking section I hope that Heaven has a smoking section When it's said and done and we're all gone I hope they got a place that we can blow I hope that Heaven has a smoking section Hey Momma V, it's been a minute since I mentioned your name And every hardship is a blessing and this is the same It's been 16 years, it doesn't lessen the pain 'Cause your death was a first hand lesson on age I'm just riding through my own neighborhood reminiscing The life that I was livin', man was I trippin' I grew up around sinners all after tryin' to win People livin' to die, but they was dyin' to live Think about you every now and then I ride by the crib Call it the crib, but my mother hasn't lived there in years Meanwhile, my cousin came home from doing a bid Gave the man an iPhone and he didn't know what it is I hope that Heaven has a smoking section I hope that Heaven has a smoking section When it's said and done and we're all gone I hope they got a place that we can blow I hope that Heaven has a smoking section We ain't smoked in a while, I'm sorry the change did it That and the fact you got strung out on painkillers The money and fame did it, you tried and you can't quit it To think it's a shame that your name's in the same sentence As a junkie, a flunkie, your back is the monkey You used to have it all, the hoes and the money Had a dream that you killed yo'self Woke up reachin' for my phone like you needed my help But I'm so focused on myself and my daughter doing well You're a grown man, I have to hope you're going through a spell But I'm prayin' for you, and I know that you're feelin' the pain But you're an addict, you won't change 'til you're ready to change And I hope you think about your family and get it right And just know that I'ma pray for you before I sleep tonight And me and money talk, I'd like to share this thought While you fightin' alligators, don't forget to clean the swamp I hope that Heaven has a smoking section I hope that Heaven has a smoking section When it's said and done and we're all gone I hope they got a place that we can blow I hope that Heaven has a smoking section