Judgment Day
Come judgment day
y'all niggaz tryna run away
Hidin' behind the clouds
from niggaz with much clout
But, as they say:
when the going gets tough,
the tough get bombed.
Stuffin' the leafy rod
with a sticky green wad.
A concoction that burns
and blows sweeter than
fine Eastern incense
Open a fortune cookie,
what's it say:
I gotta hit dat.
And to be honest, I think
it's just what you needed.
A reality check to the forehead
to stop the mental bleeding.
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