This is a rap song I wrote. I'm not sure if I wanna keep writing more to it, there's probably space for another verse... but, I don't know, I probably will. This song is based on my philosophy that drugs that aren't herbal are "counterfeit". Because herbal drugs, except cigarettes, are put on this earth by god. Oh, and if you're an atheist, don't comment on anything about god. It's just not your place, don't say a word. So, here you go. Rap haters, don't say anything. At all.
"Counterfeit"
The type of shit, that comes from cigarettes, and ecstasy,
Just say no, like mother fucker get the fuck away from me,
To every drug from a to z,
That ain't come from the land, or the sea,
The air you breathe if it's filled with crack,
Not herbal, get away from that,
Tobacco is an exception,
cause it fucks with your perception,
To say that your life happy when it's not,
Plus think of the death that's it's brought,
To people who get caught, being brought,
Massive amounts of nicotine,
Feeling that's what they need,
But it's not, they can't see,
That it's taking over their organ, their organ that starts with a letter B,
But look at weed, weed has brought some great philosophies,
I bet stephen hawking smoked weed somewhere around the seventies,
[Chorus]
It's counterfeit, here god telling you no?
It's counterfeit, don't tell me that you didn't know,
You shouldn't be taking that shit, it's countefeit,
Even if you did it once just for the hell of it, (2x)
Let me tell you a story about a guy name Bob,
He was rich, and every other day he'd get robbed,
He was partying one night and he tried some ecstasy,
It was so fun for him, so the next day he popped three,
He popped another pill, couldn't think properly,
Popped them all at the same time probably,
Around the time where there was a robbery,
At his house, the robbers heard him screaming loud,
And shot him from behind, what do you think of X now?
[Chorus]
Now I'm going to talk about coccaine,
A few lines later your life is lost, with no gain,
Your dependancy to crack, is more important than your loved ones,
You saw the two rodes, chose the wrong one,
6 months in rehab, still wont get your old life,
At first you hide it from your friends, like your odor with old spice,
Every moment without it is like your walking on thin ice,
You could fall in any time until you snort another line,
Life is too short to be picking the wrong path,
But you know what ain't counterfeit? weed and hash,
Let me tell you my philosophy,
It was put on this earth by god, for me,
And god named her mary jane,
[Chorus]
