in a town with Kings with no crownsjust frowns and crown vicsand Queens with phat apples and apple crown habitsshe keep a glass to drown madnessa pistol for her kidsand an ounce of brown magichard times make it hard to find balanceand God's signs don't hit you hard, but more practice will help you absorb all large and small blessingswhen lifting the fogwatch for snakes, cats, dogs, rats, andany other shady creatures posing as your mans and themall the hating no-believers...leave them where the stairs beginwe on the rise like temperatures and investmentsthem....on the rise like ignorance and arroganceup and always up if the vibe's offi'ma get my nuts and my rhymes offand stay away from crime dogsmake alot of loot and alot of Lovemake everyday a good dayjust make sure ain't now swine in my hot dog
**********I should put that in a song@nategoodnesswww.nategoodness.comThe avatar is old. And, no, that hat was not a groovy style back then, either.