short

i used to be a trippy Nigga, now i’m borderline alcoholic
my kidneys are sore, but still i pour, shit i can’t call it
i could blame it on my daddy for spend’in all his time in that glass well
but i’m a grown ass man, i run this show, and that nigga is sit’in in hell
i really wish i could burn again, then i’d put that bottle down
but i got seeds to feed and needs to meet; i can’t let that random test clown