Javad - drink and smoke

I don't drink I don't smoke
I don't think with my bone
Well shi might dibble dabble a little
If even they are what they seem
Keep my thoughts in between
And I ain't talking Malcolm in the middle
I got a bark in my jeans
We don't talk about these things
Yeah it's hard discipline
I can't be sinful
I know I saw what I seen
Not Punjabi but I Singh
A tale about my sister in a pickle

Remember misses Sally May
I met back in only eighth grade
Oh I know
Remember what she used to say
She want to see the world and finer things
Oh I know
She used to roll up
Solo cup
Get high as the moon
Henny'd up
Double cup
Cannot wait till June
All them used to stare when she walk with her buns out
Yesterday I seen her strung out
Thats why

I don't drink I don't smoke
I don't think with my bone
Well shi might dibble dabble a little
If even they are what they seem
Keep my thoughts in between
And I ain't talking Malcolm in the middle
I got a bark in my jeans
We don't talk about these things
Yeah it's hard discipline
I can't be sinful
I know I saw what I seen
Not Punjabi but I Singh
A tale about my sister in a pickle

A tale about my sister in a pickle
But let me switch it up
You see my brother was trouble second he touched the drugs
It was all under covers until we swept the rug
Got that type of strength the whole world her could lift it up but
Then he joined a gang
To bang
And run the whole city till everyone know his name
But that mission went landed him in a prison
Then he told me to that voice with no sound always listen
That's why I'm thriving everyday
When I'm broken down I think of baba bozorge
He had eight kids
Helped the sick
Built a bridge
Made a way so we could walk through it
I'm talking sacrifice
Wake up in the morning make it happen for a better life
If I have to fight focus or all the above
Family name I'll be holding it up
The reason why

I don't drink I don't smoke
I don't think with my bone
Well shi might dibble dabble a little
If even they are what they seem
Keep my thoughts in between
And I ain't talking Malcolm in the middle
I got a bark in my jeans
We don't talk about these things
Yeah it's hard discipline
I can't be sinful
I know I saw what I seen
Not Punjabi but I Singh
A tale about my sister in a pickle

Written by:
Javad Payombari

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