paroles de chanson Higher Zen - Jesse B Dawg , MR.ERB
Troubling
trend
in
Spokane
2020
proved
to
be
a
violent
year
across
the
city
Homicides
nearly
tripled
compared
to
2019
And
when
the
majority
of
those
cases
where
solved...
I
ended
up
becoming
friends
with
those
people
And
I
didn't
really
notice
any
of
that
Just
cuz
we
kinda
clicked
like
right
of
the
bat
but...
Like
it
was
all
dream
I
used
to
rob
n
steal
Just
to
eat
Now
the
whole
fam
dripped
up
Watchen
on
a
widescreen
Back
then
i
was
cooking
crack
in
the
kitchen
N
smoken
oxys,
listening
to
my
baby
mamas
bitchen'
Still
independent
on
a
crooked
grind
But
i
got
a
different
state
of
mind
I
got
my
shit
together
just
in
time
All
game
no
talk
that
equals
respect
Fuck
the
fame
i
want
some
acreage
in
the
northwest
It's
it's
war
out
here
in
these
streets
Man
for
real
Everybody
fighten
everybody
Everybody
has
a
gun
Everybody
wants
to
get
a
gun
Just
because
that
guy
has
a
gun
You
now
what
im
sayen?
And
he
has
a
gun
he
might
shoot
me
So
I
might
as
well
have
some
heat
to
protect
myself
From
the
Rez
to
the
city,
still
gettin
gritty
Yep
I'm
straight
off
the
Rez
muthafucka
what?
Been
on
this
time
in
the
street
living
crime
up
Don't
hesitate
To
pull
that
fucking
trigga
boy
I'm
smoking
blunts
with
more
power
then
that
punch
you
threw
We
in
this
here
and
we
ready
for
round
2
This
mic
I
grab
is
the
joint
Homie
see
it
thru
This
ERB-A-Matic
in
the
jungle
with
the
lions
too
I'm
preaching
magic
with
the
habit
from
these
dabs
too
Just
weeks
after
the
sheriffs
office
And
the
Spokane
police
department
Held
a
joint
press
conference
On
the
curving
of
the
number
of
shooters
Another
teen
was
then
killed
in
a
Spokane.
I
coulda
been
hoppin
on
makin
my
own
company
Of
all
this
shit
you
know
what
i
mean?
And
makin
making
some
money
too
Some
big
money
Ten
30
round
mags
in
the
safe
next
to
the
38
Two
choppers
and
thousand
rounds
in
a
case
Just
in
case
they
prayen
on
my
downfall
Cuz
i
know
how
cold
these
streets
get
When
your
liven
like
an
outlaw
Quartz
crystal
in
the
cactus
Check
your
energy
I
roll
with
big
weed
Ground
up
wrapped
up
in
a
blunt
leaf
Chill
with
ogs
n
fools
that
been
around
shit
New
faces
new
drama
that
somethin
that
i
aint
down
wit
Gangs
are
nothin
new
on
this
reservation
Which
lies
in
one
of
the
poorest
counties
in
the
US
But
the
two
dozen
tribal
policeman
Who
struggle
to
keep
the
peace
here
Say
the
gangs
are
getting
more
active
And
more
violent
Smokin
blunts,
Rockin
shows
Live
my
life,
Thats
all
i
know
This
ERB
native
pride
Make
um
levitate
Fuck
all
them
pigs
I'm
Wile
E.
and
I'm
on
the
chase
We
on
the
hustle
steady
on
the
grind
Through
out
the
day
Im
rolling
dank
Homie
what
you
smoking
on
If
it's
bunk
then
the
ground
Is
where
yo
blunt
be
goin
Fuego
talks
It's
the
only
language
I
be
knowing
Speakers
rock
Like
the
fiend
when
the
music
rolling
We
lit
the
stage
like
a
joint
And
the
people
smoke
it
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