cousins

they putting prices on heads

silver or lead

i pray the scores settle 'fore the devil notice you dead

got me smoking the potent

my eyes open and otis

they red

thoughts of my eye roam and words that i hoped i had said

that aunty sittana

we missin ya

even know you gone

your thought alone can lift us up

this is us

got some niggas that never call me unless they need something

but i pick up

like

whassup