Watching it rain, thinking about how much life has changed… (Taken with instagram)
Juicy by DeWight Truitt
Another day, another dollar. Same shoes stepping in the same shit, I already see the problem. I got ‘em… I mean I get it. The 9 to 5 ain’t cutting it. I’ll just take ONE more hit then I’m done. Shit. It ain’t nothing but some weed. I could be popping pills or highed out my mind on LSD or something like that. Drugs are just wack, cigarettes kill, marijuana heals last time I checked the stats. Men lie, women lie, but the numbers dont. My bank account? The teller looked up and said “You’re broke.” You joke. You great big phony. Looking at the mirror and not recognizing the person staring at me. Shook my head, crawled in bed as the thought of “What the fuck am I going to do?” was followed by no answers. The silence was broken as my babygirl whispered that she loved me and kissed me and at that very moment I knew that I just have to make it…Either that, or I’ma take it, but damn it I just have to make it. And if you don’t know, well now you know, nigga.
If it’s not one thing then it’s something else. It never fails. If I looked stressed out I thought you couldn’t tell. I’m not used to having things bother me like the way things have lately. Impossible can happen though. Just recently a black president and the Saints won a Super Bowl. And I experienced writer’s block for the first time. Kind of felt like I was slowly committing suicide. Some days it ain’t sunny but it’s not as hard as we make it out to be. He could of pulled my card. Already behind bars. You won’t find me in the system unless you turn up the volume inside your car though. Going hard but this nigga’s got a nice flow. DeWight Truitt, story of a champion is being told and if you know anything about Dee then you understand that he raps and talks about what he’s feeling. It’s kind of hard to smoke out a room when there are no ceilings. Bring some weed to match and I hope it’s that good tree. Greentree is where I be and if you don’t know, well now you know, nigga.
It must have been the change in seasons. Friends have come and gone, I can’t think of any other reason. I didn’t even stop some from leaving. Played their part in my life, it was good at the time being. They say “Hi” and I act like I don’t see them. My pops asked me if I know them, I shook my head and said “I used to.” I got used to, looking at the old crew from a window or their eyes in their rearview. Yea they wave and I chunk them up the deuce. Rest in piece JDE aka Team Murk. Too much drama and I don’t give a mother fuck who caused it. Learn to squash it, people these days just seem to thrive on it. Sheep get slaughtered. I’ve never been a follower. I expect the members of my set to always be onto the next while walking next to me. Yea The Villain’s is what I’m calling my team. So I’m chillin like a villain. Working hard on my building. Undefeated is how im always feeling. Getting high so I can balance out the lows and if you don’t know, well now you know, nigga.
