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Paraphernalia

by Deadcrow

[Verse 1: Dead
Crow]
I be the local standard for what not become
Looked down upon like a father smoking weed with his son
That's 5 years old, i speak a different tongue
The loneliness just overcomes then I succumb to scum
I walk around chewing gum with Marc Jacobs on for the sun
& my homies like, "300 for those!? nigga that's just dumb!"
Nigga that's just funds, get it done & spend it dumb
Stupid, i puff two spliffs & feel like I could reach the sun
Therefore, these coppas just can't reach me
Till i come down & think back to when they was beneath me
I get high again, feeling untouchable
Next day getting pull over, cops suddenly touching you
Pots suddenly comfortable to just drop it
But then again, how the fuck am I supposed to earn this profit
A 9-5 topic can't top it, that's out of topic
So these bags of weed is what I fill my pockets..
..with

[Hook/Bridge: Dead
Crow]
A good kid in a fucked situation
Rolling good piff by the ounce for meditation
& immigration wanna throw me out this nation
Ain't no time for hesitation, profits in rotation
Below the middle class, I wrote this riddle fast
Just so I could get to class & sell some of this grass
To help my parents cash last & move on with our past
Cause the past is, to be forgotten like bastards
Or criminals in caskets, this is how deep Cas gets

[Verse 2:Dead
Crow]
K-9's smell the K lines & weed in the trunk
Im tryna make it seem like I just ran over a skunk
"excuse me mister officer, i don't often stir up the funk
But this is medical its not like im driving drunk"
Its blunt trauma, after this blunt ima
Reconsider my lifestyle & hug my mama
Then go back on that strip with a zip of the piff
& go back to that fifth of the whisk & sip till I cliff
Hang, dang its funny how shit changes
Last week i was at my peak hitting Gods ranges
& now im with park rangers, & dark strangers, in danger
First to go of the Black
Crows, now my species endangered
Truly wonder what its like in jail
Im assuming its time consuming & somewhat like hell
Oh well, i played the cards they dealt & utterly failed
Time to face the consequences, no posting the bail

[Hook/Bridge: Dead
Crow]
A good kid in a fucked situation
Rolling good piff by the ounce for meditation
& immigration wanna throw me out this nation
Ain't no time for hesitation, profits in rotation
Below the middle class, I wrote this riddle fast
Just so I could get to class & sell some of this grass
To help my parents cash last & move on with our past
Cause the past is, to be forgotten like bastards
Or criminals in caskets, this is how deep Cas gets