Hands and Brain
6/5/17
Bottle caps, joints and blunts in the ashtray
Not worth doing anything half way
Especially if today is my last day
Near and far from any cascade
Spending time in the fast lane
Now ain't that strange
I don't know why so many cats play
I got a lot to offer the rap game
Made by using my hands and brain
It's a damn shame
When someone gives something legitimate a bad name
And what some are willing to do to try and grab fame
Some get a kick out of boasting about how much cash came
If you couldn't ever hit the target, did you ever have aim?
Nothing like a crab cake
You talk too much crud, how does all the crap taste?
When things don't go your way, how quickly you get a sad face
Then you try to kiss butt and offer a handshake
While looking shady not trying to stand straight
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