12. Smoke feat. Beige aka Issuez
Order: Beige, Jimmy
Sample: Queen
Beat: Unknown
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Story behind the song
My homie beige threw me a track to get on....this was one of the earlier tracks i did for this album...ironically ive quit smoking.....so i look back on this track fondly....yes fondly, i enjoyed smoking but i knew it was the right thing to quit
Lyrics
Beige:
Ayo, sometimes the truth can hurt you, don't know who to turn to
I light a lucy and blow my smoke at the truth commercials
Man its universal smoking helps my mind relax
A quick break to get straight and help me get my life on track.
If you had seen what i seen, you would know why i smoke
sometimes a square is the only way i know how to cope
I've seen my best friend get clapped right in from of his crib
Seen my uncle get stabbed right infront of his kid
Grieving the kids weeping, he just wants him to live
Grave sight his wife screaming face running with tears
There aint nothing you can do to make a grown man appear
I'm hearing it all and all i wanna do is cover my ears
In a wreck ive seen a soldier, bleedin' bad, peeped for a smoke so i gave em the last one in my pack
He took a drag, exhaled and then passed it back
I took a drag, exhaled and well that was that.
I turned around and seen the medic, heard em say he was dead
Turned around and took the last hit straight to the head
Contemplating his death, and his last of breathes
Turned out a ciggarette would be that mans last request
Jimmy:
Back when I was patient…I couldn’t find my placement
Ciggaretta round my pinky tell my mind I’ll make it
Head in my hands how in holding it hostile
With a break neck choke hold smolderin nostrils
Mother in the reck ya it killed the buzz
I Had to look into her eyes when they was filled with blood
Half her scalp missing, and her fingers were smashed
They Had to graph across her thumb from the skin on her ass
I carried her to bed…falling, trapped in a numb
Stepped outside to light a cig just to blacken my lunges
Tearing at my heart…not to keep in the back
How if fuels off the black that u breathe in a drag
Take a drag…spit…ash it in haste
Just to smoke another quick before It flattened the taste
Ya see what I feel, just to betta they hearts
Cuz its real how my cigs like a getaway car
