Hey dude, what are you ragin to?
What are you smokin on?
What's in them cigarillos now?
All I got is the smog that we breathe,
The gas we can't huff cuz it's poluted with the air.
I know the door is just over there,
But I can't see over the crowd of elitists
Running from the end to their ego.
Tell me brother, how do you stay fly?
I know it's in your brain, tucked in the back,
But I lost all I had, now show me why.
All we have is the past, and that's all we'll ever be.
I'm sure you can do it right, so it's all you ever need.
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