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Just Smoke
The baby’s crying
She is hungry
There’s no food
To fill her hungry tummy
Nor milk to soothe her thirst
There is nothing
For her
Daddy’s gone
From this world
Mommy’s crying
She doesn’t know how
to keep on living
cos there is nothing
in the house
She wants her smoke
She wants her grass
She needs her angel dusts
She wants her black beauty
She needs to fly
And touch the sky
Psychedelic high
She wants molly
To touch ecstasy
Swallow rainbows
She needs to flip
Fly with the butterfly
Soar like an eagle
She wants it all
She cries for daddy
Laying at the drugstore
A gun in his hand
So painful no gain
But gain he did with pain
Robbing to get dough
For his lady’s pleasure
Baby’s gone
She quietly went home
To heavens above
Mommy closed her needs
With her fluffy pillow
Mommy’s tripping
The sky tonight.
She is hungry
There’s no food
To fill her hungry tummy
Nor milk to soothe her thirst
There is nothing
For her
Daddy’s gone
From this world
Mommy’s crying
She doesn’t know how
to keep on living
cos there is nothing
in the house
She wants her smoke
She wants her grass
She needs her angel dusts
She wants her black beauty
She needs to fly
And touch the sky
Psychedelic high
She wants molly
To touch ecstasy
Swallow rainbows
She needs to flip
Fly with the butterfly
Soar like an eagle
She wants it all
She cries for daddy
Laying at the drugstore
A gun in his hand
So painful no gain
But gain he did with pain
Robbing to get dough
For his lady’s pleasure
Baby’s gone
She quietly went home
To heavens above
Mommy closed her needs
With her fluffy pillow
Mommy’s tripping
The sky tonight.
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