BIG JERM & BILL WAVES - DUSTY POUND

Sometimes I feel like I'd give it all to not go back and cheat on that first girl, and not waste my time fucking around downtown with drugs on my first whirl
That Point Park college kid came back for a stamp bag each time looking worse, and I sure I thought to myself
Fuck, it's such a hurt world
We used to make fun of the addicts outside the halfway house to fiend for pills ourselves
In our self created Hells, roll a big L of weed and put on Big L
I pray you never see what I've seen, or never know about what I felt, and that you succeed
I don't care what you do I guarantee you will if you just be yourself
My mom used to put money on the books to have pills delivered to my cell
I told her I needed something to ease the pain, and make it feel a little less like Hell
Took a Greyhound, pulled a dusty pound out of her ceiling when I got out, got my last few thousand out of the game til I admitted that I need help
Found my way around the low self esteem
I just pray I can make her smile more than she frowns, and somehow write my way out of working all of these long weeks
Summer 2009 "Army All By Myself" with Jay Rock and Nipsey was on repeat
Mac used to take my Supreme out for all his videos as a kid, and I'd be like "give me my shit you better not spill shit on my jeans"
I'm still on all that shit from 2010 it gives me that feeling like the leaves blowing in the wind through Point Breeze, or shade of rose on my girls cheeks in the fall
I feel it in my bones this is where home will always be
So if I were tell you about the life that was meant for me
I just know it's not the rent depending on ten pounds fronted every two weeks, and you got 25,000 in cash but only keep about two or three
Oh please, no please lord that's not for me

Written by:
Bill Niels

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