My Own Self Knowin'

the sound of the can when it pops open
the foam hit your lips like a can of bliss
gotta have that cannabis but the weed man aint showin

so my eyes wide open not half shut
the life that we knowing got my sober mind showing
me i should be mad as fuck

that i should have long ago had enough
of influences bad like the life under god his nuance is rough
to the touch turnin me tough.

my wrists too skinny not to slip out these cuffs.
push when you shoved
to these haters i will throw off my gloves