My Dog and I

4/7/22 I often smoke it up, the amount is of a colossal size Drinking whatever even bottled wines For a long time Always in a fog and high It's just been my dog and I Clueless or watchful eyes Get with it or fall in line Sick and tired of such novel lies Ya'll guys Some small fries Still acting like a hostile tribe During difficult and awful times What was done was not that bright Therefore never got it right Leading to constant loss of life As well as homicides Staying on the rise Leaving families traumatized What happened was wrong alright You should be disqualified Pockets empty or full of bills not pocketknives When I look in my mama's eyes I know I gotta try In order for our lives to be optimized Does no good to compromise Before becoming fossilized Putting it all aside I'm not going to apologize Because I make sure that any of my wrongs I right Changes made occasionally the plan modified So much still on the mind