Thinkin Bout Cops

As the sun going down I’m thinking to myself

If this life is my heaven, why am I going through hell?

And if there’s nothing at all then only time will tell,

So I try to make money with these drugs that I sell.

They try to put me in jail and police fine me,

Can’t smoke (something), you know I gotta be free,

I know that drinking and driving lead to DUI,

So I try to stay sober I'm driving this high?

Thinking bout cops and then one passes by,

Don’t mean I got some fuckin' psychic mind,

Looking for life before it passes by,

When the time comes I will be ready to die,

And I won’t love them once more, they try to kill you,

Thinking of shit, you know they cannot refuse,

They mark up on letters to inscribe me

The girls that you know I will never find,

Girls on the street ain't like the ones in my mind,

And now I speak to my brother cause he speak the truth,

When I like it girl, I'll fuckin' bust in two?