Rubberbands

On a roll like wasabi and ginger, in the yard with my dogs like a pincher

A blunt on my fingers talking in whispers

In this hoe cutting cutting up like scissors

Feeling high in the sky like a lit bird

Drink in my cup and in my liver

Bumping ,bumping loud I can't be misheard

Up and down like pogos rare ass bitch a dodo

In my growth though sipping throat coat

I record a lot, I get a rasp

When I pray to the lord I get a message back

Cause in the morning some times I don't want to live

I just wanna be, used to be the oddity now they rock with me