I step out the car

Uh,

Old lady looking at me

And my broad thinking

What the fuck she looking at

Jaw to the floor

Cause she probably seen my lady tats

Jaw to the floor

And she probably thinking "Oh he Black"

Probably think I rap

She'd be right, but can't condone her actions

Scary fucking sight

**** parking just to hit the store

Now I'm mad walking in

Clerk finna catch an attitude because the lady actions

I'm remaining active

Assailants in the area they tryna paint the masses

Think about the pain amassed

And how we supposed to grow from that

You expecting change, but

You ain't tryna change to match it

80 towards Graham Street, but

Arcadia the destination where my man's be at

And where my head lies

If everything is merry, going swimming, it's a good time

Otherwise it's distance

I got a couple grams in my pocket prepared for bed time

And still probably miss it

Pot holes unavoidable, but

The wheels keep spinning

My will ain't changed I lead with moral convictions

Elaborate for those who don't get it

I simply speak that if it's rights then we should all reap the benefits

Undisguise all the villains and

Proceed with height till them towers missing

Don't rid of your vices just manage em

We all don't got the time to be head strong

Just keep it head on and we straight

Been blowing ganja for days

I'm on the phone with y momma and she can tell by my face

Don't need to tell her I faced it

But she gone ask me bout the problems and the methods i'm taking

A tale of blowing trees

I tell her blowing trees

Look,

Been blowing ganja for days

I'm on the phone with y momma and she can tell by my face

Don't need to tell her I faced it

But she gone ask me bout my problems and the methods i'm taking

Blowing trees