High

I just wanna tell my story
From the westside I'm sitting on this curb side looking in the sky
Like why my mans died
So i light this blunt hoping that they where the birds fly
i'm sipping on this glass of henny and it's nowhere near five
The corner store chinese restaurant
Where we was posted at Back when chuck had the expedition
Barry hair was black Pooh was lifting weights
Spoung was getting hella cake reemo was the flyest
Nigga switched his kicks up everyday
In the hood the kids would play You know skelly
And the that hop scotch Courtney ran the p a l
She did a lot for my block
Yeah we use to slap box in mr arty car lot
Ms evelyn had that fish stand she ran that shit none stop
Harlem day parade could never be the same
Everything just seemed different after dee dee got slain
You could say the ora changed now everybody's fly
These is just a couple things that I think about every time I'm high

Now this shit is seeming crazy cause everybody's passing
I'm looking at my neighbourhood like what the fuck happen
Yeah I started trapping my moms she just playing dumb knew
What I was doing but never questioned where its coming from
I was wearing red everyday
I was going in ever since blit blaaaat blooded me in
I was getting tall started playing ball tagging on the walls me
And leo smoking on six floor
It was different then I hope you listening to what I'm mentioning
I lost so many friends over the years when is it gone end
I'm tired of shedding tears I'm tired of cracking beers
I'm tired of pouring out more liquor for my niggaz who's not here
Its not fair shit is weird I guess it's part of life
Right rip maine kd chris y'all in the skys
These is just a couple things that I think about every time I'm high