Apple Pie Tha God Fahim

[Intro]
But when I'm alone in the half-light of the canyon, all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories. And the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River, and a four count rhythm, and the hope that a fish will rise

[Verse 1]
Weed to get the day started
Check the bullets in the K cartridge
Many of my peeps dearly departed
Victims of the underworld black market
The government got us all a target
We been trapped in this shit since before black hats and the fist
And activists, we still on the blacklist
Fully submerged in the acid
Dress ragged, looking for ways to make the next dollar
Any color collar, going against the rules of the father
Veins cold as a Pina Colada
Scope visions of hope, end the sentence in Prada
Choke in-between ropes when the poverty's hotter
We all need some kind of outlet, couldn't come out yet
Ever since his bro got red on his outfit
Got killed on some out-the-house shit
Moms got blessed with the funeral ticket
Six thousand years ago, it wasn't this wicked
So many souls constantly lifted
They ask me why
I'm makin' dua and salat
'Cause Tha God done lost so many niggas, I forgot
I'm tired, these bills comin' got a nigga fried
Aside from that, me and my niggas wanna ride