Lemon Haze

Before our eyes it ain't nothing
But some roaches and butts
Empty swisher packages reminding us to re-up
Call up the dopeman
And he tell me call him when I pull up
We swap the woo-wap
And grab the swishers then we roll up
Pull up, Re-up, Roll up
Always the same thing
It's the main thing
Forget the brain cells that's remaining
They only analyze the plight that we going through
Since we can't fix it
We just mix it in with flowing news
Like he got shot
And tomorrow you should put on a sweater
Because the weather, nor the news is really getting better
No one reads a book no more
The way this city is
It's almost like the crooks know more
Parents don't look no more
Look into tinted windows in this city
Look no more
And the family aspect got his ass checked
We don't cook no more
It's only Uncle Remus and fries
While big homies die
And ignorance just finds a bed to lay and multiply

Why hope is lost and cannot be found
The greens with no seeds
Keep me on the ground, ground
So I drowned, drowned
In wrapper that's swisher sweet
Like my beat
Got Lemon Haze and it help me fall asleep

Blow a blunt and get over it
That's what they say
Because this life ain't no controlling it
So grab the dope, roll it up, and blow away
They say I'm young so it's easy
Ain't gotta' pay bills shutup and roll a beezy

So I just sit, sit pretty
They hypnotize before my eyes and
I'm just sitting in my city, blowing
Too young for blunts
But too old for lemonade
And a tre probably
Won't last me seven days
See me smoking on that Lemon Haze
Mind easily spoken
On that Lemon Haze

Now the legal age is 21
But he's 16 buying swishers
Cuz no one cares about us but us
Old men touching little sisters
No one believe her
They calling her a skeezer
She keep on chasing all of them brothers
Who don't need her
They never said she was smart
But she knew she was a looker
Thought only daddy was worth having
Was a daddy of sugar
So she believed in many men
Like 50 Cent
Went to grandma to vent
But she keep saying repent
We blindly follow they trends
Not realizing self-hate
Half of the city on acid
And I don't mean no Ph
Babies be shooting at mirrors
Like we got bad luck
Knowing they ain't even legal
Shorties be mad tough
Desensitized by a life
That's full of violence
Ain't no snitching
Unless it's shooting, the hood silent
Everybody claim they making some noise
But the only noise I'm hearing is
The noise of dead boys
We out of control
But it's almost like don't nobody know
Brothers is shooting they brothers
Just cuz they got nicer clothes
Living with bogus priorities
Money, bitches, and hoes
Need a Lac and a Lex
Don't never stack
Spend the check
It's what the fuck is you looking at
Never say nice to meet you
You disrespecting yourself
And you teaching them how to
Treat you
All about purses and bags
Deep internally sad
But ain't nobody to hear you
Cuz we don't talk about that

Why hope is lost and cannot be found
The greens with no seeds
Keep me on the ground, ground
So I drowned, drowned
In a wrapper that's
Swisher sweet like my beat
Got Lemon Haze
And it help me fall asleep

Got Lemon Haze and it help
Got Lemon Haze and it help
Got Lemon Haze and it help
Got Lemon Haze and it
Help me Lord