Forty minutes to five

Lookin up ahead the clock read forty minutes to five made me reminisce of the old days with the tribe, thoughts of chiefing all that came to mind prescribed since I hit eighteen a fiend for cloud nine with days that passed by my taste got refined, from kushes to ogs me an the homeboys blowing smoke in the breeze considered a disease by some pointing their fingers thinking how dumb kick back u don't know where I'm coming from don't criticize my actions if u have never had any interaction with dear miss Jane plain an simple, don't come at me preaching ur virtues an views as if I couldn't see beyond the ruse im open to different views till u try to bruise an batter my point of view as If u were the truth, then I couldnt care less just another reason to clear the rez an pack another one to ease the stress no longer attached or commited cuz I have done an did it about time to quit it?