over a pack a day is gonna send me to my grave
workin but broke im the governments slave
chained to my addiction im fightin but still losin
i was raised on a joint and a cigg in the mornin
breakfast just wasn't in my families tradition
my fathers shoes are filled an that was my intention
now that im older an i can really pay attention
i realize he pointed me in the wrong direction
Remember this Jimmy? ? ? This is a great poem, , and even your Dad agrees, , spitting truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jimmy you remember this one, , so good and spitting truth