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letra de t.i.c. - etd

take a hit let’s get lit whoa
just like this hold it in then you breathe slow
please don’t trip keep it cool
yo don’t blow my high
i rarely smoke but when the blunt hit
i i i i

flash back to the memories
as a youngin with the mindset
flowin full of energy
energy
ambitions got a n-gga on a mission
and i’m hopin and i’m wishin for a way to make a better me
jamming to the melody
van gogh to pic-sso looking at the pictures i painted
still i’m underrated, they hated
due to the fact that a n-gga creative

i was 14, in the cut, still a young boy
barely old enough to kick it with the grown folks
niked out got one pair of jay’s
so that n-ggas never picked up on the fact that i was flat broke
first time that i ever had a little toke
i remember man that sh-t was on a school day
flipping old school boom bap beats
while we sitting in a circle vibing out to the world play
inhale, take a hit, that’s grade a
two more and i’m coolin’ where the clouds lay
convinced that i got a sixth sense, body opposite of tense
another hit n-gga okay
kick back chop it up real cool
down south where they bang that screw
they say the other side is where the gr-ss is greener
but you’ve really gotta see it with a bird’s eye view

so i, sit back recline then i clear out my mind
and i gotta take a flight real quick
maybe to caribbeans or alpines
i’m just chilling in my zone
got no worries of my own
then i hear a chirp going off
and the ring of my phone
oh sh-t
momma called man she know i’m smokin’
i’m smokin
she can hear it in the tone of my voice and
the way i’m stuttering and muttering and uttering
god d-mn i can barely get the words in
now i’m stuck here listening while she b-tchin at her little boy cause he got stuck in a predicament
now she cryin’ and i’m feelin’ mad guilty
mad guilty
why she trippin’ like a blunt gonna k!ll me

take a hit let’s get lit whoa
just like this hold it in then you breathe slow
please don’t trip keep it cool
yo don’t blow my high
i rarely smoke but when the blunt hit
i i i i

why you ever start smokin’ in the first place
every time i do i think about my mom’s face
tears in her eyes cause she know that the prized little boy is gettin’ stoned all alone with his eyes glazed
now she feelin’ like college ain’t an option
ain’t an option
how the h-ll a n-gga supposed to be a doctor
play up on the roster
follow in the f-ckin’ footsteps of his favorite authors and prosper
momma said drug possession is a weapon that the government be using tryin teach us all a lesson
all a lesson
i ain’t even gotta mention that we victims of a system of political oppression
why would anyone even care to listen
is it cause i’m to eloquent?
cause i went to a all white school where the bullsh-t is relevant
and every body dress elegant
to be honest man i’m tired of the labels
why can’t a rappper be financially stable and mentally able and willing to distinguish all these facts from fables
i really need to hit-hit this weed just to find-find a source just to induce creativity
a-a-apparently cause it’s bringin’ out the best in me
but potentially it’s stressin me to think think about my destiny
like what’s next for me
do i light light this bleeze
or do i find some other way to support my needs
lord help me please

take a hit let’s get lit whoa
just like this hold it in then you breathe slow
please don’t trip keep it cool
yo don’t blow my high
i rarely smoke but when the blunt hit
i i i i

- etd

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