Текст песни Poe Mans Dreams (His Vice) - GLC , Kendrick Lamar

Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face while he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
My intuition has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, every second gangstas try
To save me
How I'm gonna listen?
When I don't even hear God
Heaven or Hell? Base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worry about the mud
In your sink
You like to mistake a street
Nigga for a real nigga
The same nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin'
In my eyes homie. Stand for something
Fall for anything, and you working
With two left feet at the skating rink
But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures
I want you to know that I'm so determined
To blow, you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the Pen is in
My view. I'mma get it right, just so you
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessey and my real
Niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gonna have
To come and get me
If it feel good, tell you
Holler if you hear me
You look like you mistake a street nigga
For real nigga. The same nigga
That kill with ya squeal with ya
I'd like to start it out from the botom
And build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill
With ya. I'm 23 with more?
Than plans to live in hood
Not rich, but wealthy
There's nothing you can tell me
My killings are not remorseful
This city got my back, before that
I give them my torso
Think about it, and don't call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a nigga whose evil
And spiritual. I know some rappers
Using big words to make their similies heard
My simplest shit be more pivotal
I penetrate the hearts of good kids
And criminals. Word to some individuals
Who live life critical
So won't you bear witness while I bear feet
So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops
On his lunch break, eating in the parking lot
I wanna be heard, probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting
What I deserved. Somebody said my name on the radio
Didn't know I was ready for the world
That minute. So the next time you roll up
And drop grams in it, you'll probably be
Out of work, laid back, while he
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good