Thursday, February 23, 2006

Word to my Poppa

You won't change cuz you think you see all.
You got no range cuz you live in free-fall.

You use that thang but the end-all be all
is two feet up, left and on recall.

Abuse and pain is what made you feel small.
You'd think some day you would stand and be tall.

Step out the rain and then heed the call.
Your claim to fame was a drink and weed wall.

Let's break that chain. Get off the see-saw.
You get no gain when you watch your seed fall.

1 comment:

nikki said...

damn, west! i love this one! you should write more..REALLY.