erica part 2

rollin' up tight reefer sticks

twist with both hands

i'm from the era of freakin' on the floor to the slow jams

wake up

do a song

smoke

that's the program

so put a nug in

nigga we could smoke both strands

500 horsepower

shhhh on the interstate

i'm tired of buyin' cars

nigga i'm tryin' to get some real estate

and i'm tired of seein' fuckin' subway on my dinner plate

every single night in the booth i'm eatin' dinner late

on the 101

windowns down

let it ventilate

we don't be kissin' in the mouth

i just penetrate

life is a bitch from day 1 and not a minute late

and niggas be thinkin' super bowl

but it's a pennant race

the honey name was erica

i met her in america

only in america

only in america

i think about goin home all the time

i think about the times that can't be relived in my children's lives

i think about how i much rather be free than here

but i do not resent the calamities which have arrived

or the disasters that may occur

for perhaps in these unpleasant instances-

something which i do not like may be my salvation--

and perhaps in something that i may prefer

will be my doom

there's a blessing behind this all

one that a wise man such as myself will not ignore

for i have been given the opportunity to attain the reward for patience

dom

continue to be good bro

be there for chip

don't withhold the knowledge you acquire

remain steadfast

keep an open mind

don't stop loving love

don't stop believing in life and yourself

more importantly

keep supplying that dope music

i love you bro

joey supreme