From a little town in the dirty south of Oklahoma
Smoking and chiefing all day ever day like I got glaucoma
Got my first hook up selling the green flower
Then moved to the lone star state and learned how to make
That fast powder
Squeeze the filter in a knot and bag it up with a bow
Always had those clear icebergs like a cold hearted eskimo
Snorting lines to numb the havoc I brought to a broken house
Caught up in the game caught 2 charges that landed me
In the big house
Landed in the husker state got back in the game
The love of money and the street fame I couldn't tame
Until a kiss with death gave me a wake up call
Turned my life around for the better so me and my son can shoot
Some basketball
Instead of shooting up veins because of addiction
These words I spill are anything but fiction
Every night saying a prayer holding tight in my hands is the
crucifixion
©droneking
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