download hapa “Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars. Instead they tell ‘em how to reach through the bars, holdin’ a mirror lookin’ down a tear in jail, makin’ weapons to kill ya. We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny. He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many. Cold-blooded murderers, universal. Hood to hood, blowin’ smoke, state of mind is purple.”
