This is a song about "Lawmaking process"

And in the process some realize their shame

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

But i'm feeling conscious in the process of enlightenment,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

If change is a process, i'm on the last step/

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

And i'm a just take another guess

My lyric projects through a rough process

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

My learning word process is still being continued

Making my thought process sporadic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Dominating house from lot to lot, repeat the process but plot a crop.

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