This is a song about "Nipper the bulldog"

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

The game of love

Where the fuck the chorus

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!