Late nights and early mornings is when im humble and scheme,
then I mumble and lean,
hood kush and gin, hooked in this troublesome scene,
my stomach grumbles,
Im puking up blood... morphine subtle,
with each cycle im a lil more stress, I live a lil mo.. kip a lil mo or less,
still no whip but i flipped my cash stack, to nasdaq, put my self in grad...school, the flash backs, swags cool,
elevating mind and soul.. you know the rules,
lost my cousin and gran, i was studying, my fam never told me... i was crushed,
I was bugging and my plan, i was fronting but a real man cries over stuff..thats true,
so this chicken I was dating, she was eating, I was paying but... I could feel it in the air,
So i kept her at distance and did me, plus im cold and im thugging on my shit g,
plus mourning on my cousin and her kids got me wondering If im ever gonna live,
so she working doubles... and im working mine, next time I hear from her she be terming like,
'I got a new man he reminds of you' giving pity its a pity you a fool,
So she carrying a next mans seed, im single again but on the flip side I mingle with hens,
but my script aint playing out,
and if it is...I dont see me playing now,
twenty four looking eighteen feeling sixty two,
but im five eight with a panoramic view,
and man are trapping juice in the hood,
and Im reading books wondering if i should,
cause I can feel it in the air.... i can feel it in the air.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az