was a kid from the country

believed what they told me

but then I grew up, got wise, tried to grow trees.

missed the green thumb;

not a big one, knew a couple farmers

in the hood that could grow some;

so I sold some to the heads at my college;

to make back some dollars;

to treat my old lady to nights out. I got her

shit from mall

but that bitch was raw

told me I'd changed and was breaking the law

see it didn't matter

how long that I had her

some punk pussy punked her pussy; now he has her

I guess that's what I get for not getting jealous

watch my girl get chummy with other fellas.

so the chick left but the weed stayed

and I got grade

word from my supplier

"this next shit is triple A"

applesauce, anusrag,

alfred wants another bag

to deal with bruce wayne

and his fucking vigilante gag.

then we broke bad;

(me and my man from trinidad)

traded hash and cash

for that sticky stash.

we hustled bushels of kush - overflowing,

but the shit we was rolling

got stolen by street thugs

who beat us to teach us

that slinging Jane like spider man

gets you the bum rush.

we didn't give up,

took us 8 months just to re-up.

so I switched up my game

to make bills over change

I only chopped my trees to friends with clean names.

soon I was rungs up the ladder,

selling pounds, getting fatter,

still had the best bud so what passed didn't matter.

then I ended my turn nearly mad as the hatter,

but with pockets of cash; seemed success was a slacker.

now I've moved to the west

so the heart in my chest can retire

settle down and get higher

with a bad bitch who gets it - the shit that I dealt with

has left me wanting a life less contested