My reach extends the seats of men,
moonshine sippin fat lines with friends.
Lifting spliffs within swisher skins,
Im spittin' hits when wisdom grins.
Hit this shit, explore your mind,
This shit's fit for hard-core crimes.
Express your stress, suppress the voice,
that say's "it's wrong to make your choice".
Do what thou wilt, Contend for power,
We'll take what is yours and make it ours.
Crush the weak, control the strong,
Must i speak? O' reload this bong?
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