it was just me, and the sea, and a bag full of grass
and i dont give a fuck if im never coming back
on this path that i walk, way down in the black
feel the pressure all around me but im never gonna crack
at the end of my rope and they wont give me slack
put my soul in a poem then i laid it on a track
got your girl and her homie then i tied them to the tracks
roll my life up in a swisher then i burn it...