Chano Migs - Reefer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse One:
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat
Straight dope when I drop notes that you quote
Brain stained with acid rain, marijuana help me cope
Get the dutchy cracked, lace with synthetic hope
Unapologetic call me antithesis of the pope
Blowing minds like my rhymes we're explosives made from soap
What's good?
Just hanging like the fucking gallows ropes
Riding gritty in a city that I don't my call home
When you're gone, you're gone but I will live forever through my poems
Got drug habits like cheap plans for the quick mobile phones
You pay as you go
Dub here, eigth there, a half 0 for the road
Sell pipe dreams in parking lots at night alone
Do your feel safe in your mind, infinity of your own?
The ability to patch up the life that you had unsewn?
To be or not to be
The pencil or the chrome

Verse Two:
I said
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat

Croak
Kick the bucket
Raised by shady cyphers and was told to bring the ruckus

Yelling fuck it
Want the best of both worlds, gimme the pussy then tuck it
Is that what love is? Guess we'd rather not discuss it
Cussin at the world, hennessy got me buzzing
Homies doing ketamine as if they're blowing nothing
Catch me at the function
More fucked up off something than governmental corruption
Get Caught with no protection, I won't hesitate to cut him
Chano Migs is coming
Ha
Can't touch him
Kids doing bumps while he's bumping, head hunting
Never running stand my ground until my bodies slumping
Come at me and miss, you'll disappear all of a sudden
Too sudden
Family crying, parents siblings and cousins

Verse Three:
I said
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat
Marijuana smoke heavy in my fucking throat

Spending hours on a verse
Time is money, life's a bitch so I'm about to steal her purse

A curse
Committing evil through the bad times getting worse
Burn a Spliff for breakfast skip to duchies for dessert
In the desert, sands of cocaine I desert
Does it hurt that the bliss of drugs doesn't always work
Revert to relapse ask the angels to convert
Get rejected at the gate
We're subjected like serfs, we can't really change our fate
It's a fast fall to hell when you're copping this much weight
And the coppers always wait
For us to turn the corner, and get caught like watergate
Call him Nixon blitzen blazing till my lungs start to fade
These drugs are taking their toll so I'll use more drugs to pay