cause if i die tonight
another doctor will find a heartbeat
a 14 year old daughter will get an abortion
and we'll lose another child in the abyss of capitalism
hoping if in deed I do die tonight
God will remember all of the weedsmoke i blew his way
maybe it does make me passive
but it makes my mental active
from a drone/vegetable status
2 being on point in all ways like a cactus
my girl is my world, im her axis
not a pimp, no limp, no chalice
pretty lil navajo girl with an accent
the other girls sound like sims from Maxis
if you dont understand this you average
me and my girl split it all like taxes
take a break from it all, trip in fall, we kit kat'n
as i send messages across the world like faxes
hate attacks, paper stacks & we laugh'n
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