I go to war, old timbs, battered boots
Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes
I'm breathing for a purpose
Tearing this beat up, tough tough,
That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus
So many problems inside pretending to stand tough
Shit would have frail dudes deceased
Truthfully, some eye at least
Listen to every word that i slur
All you dudes wanna get higher
In my drawsring, ring, ring
Life's all about acting,
So you can ask black thought if i know my roots
Me and justin back and forth though we're different dudes,
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