Strange Thought$

Zev!
On this earth to pretend
That more stacks, more bread
I get help me ascend, cool
Well shit...might jump off a ledge
To understand what’s really next
Hit the year of the rats, and I still got,
Scraps upon scraps don’t know
How long I got left..
Unfulfilling acts attract unfulfilling facts, so I
Find solace in my bed
A place where I detach, from everything I lack in this
Four corner confinement
Distracted with my gadgets that keep me in traffic
What an elaborate trap
And on top that, i’m rollin' hella grams
Big dents, loud pack, uh whatever’s in the can
Nullifies the pain, when the music can’t
Sweepin’ outback as this shawtie walk past
Never got her name, wrapped around me is Mary Jane
Always, wake!
Awoken from the grave
Tis’ another day walking through this distant avenue