The Understanding

My weed tolerance is getting
Stronger than an armored truck
Kicking it with daffy ducks
Looney tuning off the drugs
Ruby and sapphire getting
Groovy in my lungs
Soon I'll be swooning
With a booty on a tiger rug
Whoever told you second chances
Don't exist wasn't forgiven
In a past life and
Only wants revenge look
Jay made millions
Ye made millions
Chance made millions
Kobe made millions
Damn Gina even Martin
Made a million
If they can make a million
I can make a million

And still sometimes I
Wonder if we made the right choices
I hear voices in my head
Where it's supposed to be voiceless

I mean look
We should be writing songs
But the melodies get stuck
In an ice cold bong then I
Get lost in rhetorical questions like
Is the chain on my neck a
Noose or a necklace or
Who teaches the teachers
Or who heals the doctors
If Jesus went bad
Who the hell is going to stop him
Is it you are you sure
Red wine spilling off the edge
But you ask for more
Who cooks for chefs
Who refs the refs
Who's going to DJ
When she finished with the set
When I'm outta breath
From this little smoke sesh
Who's going to be there
On the floor CPRing on my chest

And still sometimes I wonder
If we made the right choices
I hear voices in my head
Where it's supposed to be