Dope Heads

It's 4:29 and the time is always late. I'm on my way up just hold on and wait while my tired ass gets to wake and bake. Smoke blows through my mind while y'all just burn with hate. No law and order that's today's fate and moreover we all got a paycheck on the way. Me myself just sit flipping quarters into weight while the real worlds rich turnin murder into faith. Death is just a mainstay, another payday, for those left to waste. Hear my poor taste blowin smoke out my loud mouth and you can smell it on my rags, still a lil left and I think you need it have a stash.. So under rated is weed most would rather smoke crack or be dope heads and shoot stupid little stamp bags. An entire nation stuck faces saggin and feet draggin, workin wood wheel with god, wreckin and fallin off the wagon, our own thoughts trapped in sobrieties prisons while societies laughin and pourin children captain. Ignorance, anger and hate are today's real gateway drug and all we do is make sure it happens. No one ever imagines even John Lennon was a wife beating drug addict. So today there's no saints and we all should feel ashamed were equally all to blame we all equate pain to something as simple as change and keep our faith in god but take away our own children's magic.