Fork In The Road

Nothing like the summer days looking thru a heavy haze

Reminiscing in a daze smoking till my brain decays

Can't help but think to myself about that life I lived

I know you got some tips and pointers but that's my prerogative

I'm not very talkative I'm tryna be more positive

But attract the opposite for reasons that are obvious

This is where the problem is to stop is when the dollars end

I've never been a dealer just a local street pharmacist

I switched up to an artist and I spit out verbal arsenic

I'm sorta like an arsonist with the words I'm harnessing

A mind state that is sharper then the razor in your barbers hand

I'm probably gonna die for mine so you can call me martyr man