Erica Part 2

[Hook] Rollin' up tight reefer sticks, twist with both hands I'm from the era of freakin' on the floor to the slow jams Wake up, do a song, smoke, that's the program So put a nug in, nigga we could smoke both strands [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] 500 horsepower, shhhh on the Interstate I'm tired of buyin' cars, nigga I'm tryin' to get some real estate And I'm tired of seein' fuckin' Subway on my dinner plate Every single night in the booth I'm eatin' dinner late On the 101, windowns down, let it ventilate We don't be kissin' in the mouth, I just penetrate Life is a bitch from day 1 and not a minute late And niggas be thinkin' Super Bowl, but it's a pennant race [Bridge] The honey name was Erica I met her in America Only in America Only in America [Hook] [Outro: Letter from Joey Supreme] I think about goin home all the time I think about the times that can't be relived in my children's lives I think about how I much rather be free than here But I do not resent the calamities which have arrived Or the disasters that may occur For perhaps in these unpleasant instances– Something which I do not like may be my salvation— And perhaps in something that I may prefer, will be my doom There's a blessing behind this all One that a wise man such as myself will not ignore For I have been given the opportunity to attain the reward for patience Dom, continue to be good bro Be there for Chip, don't withhold the knowledge you acquire Remain steadfast, keep an open mind, don't stop loving love Don't stop believing in life and yourself More importantly, keep supplying that dope music I Love You Bro Joey Supreme