Afro Sage Of Six

[Verse]
My pop said
I was addicted to the music

That's the water
Word to Mick
No use trying to dilute it

I could push white
Like daisies
Chase pink like tulips

But I rather compose
And sing songs from my two lips

I've got no use for substances
But I see people abuse em

My aunty on crack
My uncle strung on this liquor

Floating through his life
With his feet near the ceiling

But the homie stressed out
Cause he living near the killings