Paraphernalia

[Verse 1: DeadCrow] I be the local standard for what not become Looked down upon like a father smoking weed with his son That's 5 years old, i speak a different tongue The loneliness just overcomes then I succumb to scum I walk around chewing gum with Marc Jacobs on for the sun & my homies like, "300 for those!? nigga that's just dumb!" Nigga that's just funds, get it done & spend it dumb Stupid, i puff two spliffs & feel like I could reach the sun Therefore, these coppas just can't reach me Till i come down & think back to when they was beneath me I get high again, feeling untouchable Next day getting pull over, cops suddenly touching you Pots suddenly comfortable to just drop it But then again, how the fuck am I supposed to earn this profit A 9-5 topic can't top it, that's out of topic So these bags of weed is what I fill my pockets.. ..with [Hook/Bridge: DeadCrow] A good kid in a fucked situation Rolling good piff by the ounce for meditation & immigration wanna throw me out this nation Ain't no time for hesitation, profits in rotation Below the middle class, I wrote this riddle fast Just so I could get to class & sell some of this grass To help my parents cash last & move on with our past Cause the past is, to be forgotten like bastards Or criminals in caskets, this is how deep Cas gets [Verse 2:DeadCrow] K-9's smell the K lines & weed in the trunk Im tryna make it seem like I just ran over a skunk "excuse me mister officer, i don't often stir up the funk But this is medical its not like im driving drunk" Its blunt trauma, after this blunt ima Reconsider my lifestyle & hug my mama Then go back on that strip with a zip of the piff & go back to that fifth of the whisk & sip till I cliff Hang, dang its funny how shit changes Last week i was at my peak hitting Gods ranges & now im with park rangers, & dark strangers, in danger First to go of the BlackCrows, now my species endangered Truly wonder what its like in jail Im assuming its time consuming & somewhat like hell Oh well, i played the cards they dealt & utterly failed Time to face the consequences, no posting the bail [Hook/Bridge: DeadCrow] A good kid in a fucked situation Rolling good piff by the ounce for meditation & immigration wanna throw me out this nation Ain't no time for hesitation, profits in rotation Below the middle class, I wrote this riddle fast Just so I could get to class & sell some of this grass To help my parents cash last & move on with our past Cause the past is, to be forgotten like bastards Or criminals in caskets, this is how deep Cas gets