Rematches

Lit like I struck a whole box of matches

Can't teach real, it's designed in the fabric

Live what I dream, blessings keep stackin'

It ain't what it seems, gotta see thru the sadness

It's a habit to look on the bright side

Hard to do with what's on my timeline

In between crazy and sane is a fine line

Always searchin' for those with like minds

Back down, never that, sat round a hunnid gats

Real recognize real, but I ain't really feelin' that

Matter fact, pushin' packs? Tell me where the reefer at

Got a pound, broke it down, shoved it in a hunnid sacks