Smoking Section

(альбом: Therapeutic Music 5 - 2015)

I was talking to a guy that I respect dearly the other day
And he told me not to get so distracted fighting the alligators, that I forget to clean the swamp
And it took me a second to think about what he was really saying
But he was saying "Don't let my problems distract me so much dealing with them, I forget my mission"

Hey baby brother, how ya doing
The streets still holding
The last time I seen ya, you ain't seem so focused
Can't believe I ain't noticed, I can't believe I missed it
Life been crazy man, fast life living
While struggles sitting in prison, I'm sitting and tripping
And I'm sitting here wishing that you were sitting here with me
But you're not, I'm all alone
Trying to write this song
Sipping on some bourbon and blowing a little strong
This is therapeutic music so I'm taking my time
Figured while I had a second I would drop you a line
Me and Will are doing well man, don't worry 'bout us
I bet yo ass up there chilling probably rolling it up

I hope that heaven has a smoking section
I hope that heaven has a smoking section
When it's said and done and we're all gone
I hope they got a place that we can blow
I hope that heaven has a smoking section

Hey Momma V, its been a minute since I mentioned your name
And every hardship is a blessing and this is the same
It's been 16 years, it doesn't lessen the pain
'Cause your death was a first hand lesson on age
I'm just riding through my own neighborhood reminiscing
The life that I was living, man was I tripping
I grew up around sinners all after trying to win
People living to die but they was dying to live
Think about you every now and then I ride by the crib
Call it the crib, but my mother hasn't lived there in years
Meanwhile my cousin came home from doing a bid
Gave the man an iPhone and he didn't know what it is

I hope that heaven has a smoking section
I hope that heaven has a smoking section
When it's said and done and we're all gone
I hope they got a place that we can blow
I hope that heaven has a smoking section

We ain't smoked in a while, I'm sorry the change did it
That and the fact you got strung out on painkillers
The money and fame did it, you tried and you can't quit it
To think it's a shame that your names in the same sentence
As a junkie, a flunkie, your back is the monkey
You used to have it all, the hoes and the money
Had a dream that you killed yo'self
Woke up reaching for my phone like you needed my help
But I'm so focused on myself and my daughter doing well
You're a grown man, I have to hope you're going through a spell
But I'm praying for you and I know that you're feeling the pain
But you're an addict, you won't change til you're ready to change
And I hope you think about your family and get it right
And just know that I'ma pray for you before I sleep tonight
And me and money talk, I'd like to share this thought
While you fighting alligators don't forget to clean the swamp

I hope that heaven has a smoking section
I hope that heaven has a smoking section
When it's said and done and we're all gone
I hope they got a place that we can blow
I hope that heaven has a smoking section