paroles de chanson Bongs and Rosaries, Pt. 3 - M.C. Infinite

One time for the ganja
One time on patrol
Two times the joints
Three times the bowls
One time for the ganja
One time on patrol
Two middle fingers up
Man, fuck 'em let's go

First time I ever blazed
I wasn't that amazed
It was some wack shit
Less potent than a stack of hay
I was so staggered and so jagged
Gave it back like, hey
This is some shwag, here is the bag
I want my cash today
I was agressive and rowdy and always feelin' strong
And wishin' death upon any pawn who done did me wrong
I had the grudges and tension and it was with me long
Until my homie packed the real shit, told me hit the bong

One time for the ganja
One time on patrol
Two times the joints
Three times the bowls
One time for the ganja
One time on patrol
Two middle fingers up
Man, fuck 'em let's go

My adolesence
Was mad depressin'
It had me stressin'
I had some lessons and guesses why mom and dad were separate
I had the blessings of Grandma and her fantastic breakfast
She kept our head in our studies, played basketball and tennis
I had no brothers and sisters, enjoyed the simple things
Other kids my age were having kids and gettin' into things
And I looked forward up to life and all that it can bring
So I enjoyed my falls and cold winters right into spring
Into a pre-teen, more broken hearts and darkness came
First time I ever felt like killin' myself and blowin' out my brains
Started seeing the world and the people in it for what the really were
Went through some killer shit too man
But I don't remember it's a blur
Told myself that I'd end it here, but I really need myself a piece
Family askin' me what's wrong, but I really feel no need to speak
Grandma said you don't think I know
But I know that you wanna' feed the beast
But baby learn this rosary it's the only way to keep the peace