this drinking and smoking, is thought provoking, I'm so used to chokin, it's like my lungs are broken, eyes shut mind wide open, my surroundings I slowly soak in, it's crazy how many chapter's of my life are in these poems, there's more questions, than California Mexicans, I leave these niggas beggin sweating and feeling threatened since y'all forgettin, I'm a mental weapon, God blessed and prepared for Satan's testin, if the words my weapon then why's there a gun in my left hand, is it possible that it's evil that I let in, where am I truly heading,...