They'll take your beer and they'll down it too
they'll smoke your blunt and theyll burn it through
so when your waiting for them to come back
you better go they aint comin back

The blunt smokes and the trip begins
but on his couch no one wins
the smell of burnt smoke and a horse's butt
as i smoke an oversized blunt

the boy sweats with fear he breaks to run
the mighty roar of his parents gun
as he races to hide his drugs
the screams of fear as falls on da rug

he hurdles blunts that lay on the ground
and his parents fire another round
he gets so near yet so far away
he wont live to smoke another day

he get so close near enough to bite
When a dad gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my feet below

And as I lay there gazing at his face
My bodys numb and im such a disgrace
And as I lay forgotten and high
Without a tear I wipe blood off my thigh