without from spoke by Jaco Dorje

I pass year eighteen influence of mainstream drug fiends
They sniffin and skitz cuz its the cream of the crop
I can’t stop spiiting till I hit jackpot
It’s the scream of the cops (hey)
We gettin licked by predicaments
Paying for they dividends
We living living on a slave ship
Gripped by the hatred (face it)
Remember the time when everybody synthesized
We were relevant
Vibing for the hell of it
Compromised by the lies told to initiate fear
Illegalise cures put a plug in your ear
Dreams over beats you inhale in a cigarette
Nicotine no regret good die young
I bet the little shits circle in the middle of the village on a Wednesday
Double doom your brain
Ten years from today and we’re still in recovery
Walls around everything
What’s the definition of discovery

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