Текст песни 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