So I go about Hornby to Courtenay, but I can't be compared to worldwide G's.

I'm goin full in on this one
like the spartans
Go and put my full heart in
Always keep my pen at hand like kin.

Yes you can go head and get it from your man
Because here you stand, henny in hand.
I'm from the west cost of Canada
Where the homegrowers and yawnmowers are from,
We laugh 'cause you are all goin so much slower than us
Dont feel bad because we are doin what we must

What we where meant to do
its ok little boo
Your left in your shit city
Like you're drowning in your own filth and goo.

Some say were no good killers
tThat make the crime rate go up
we just make money,
chil back and ask what's up?
Let me rock it to you,
we are like a pitbull and your a little pup.

The reason we all wanna die
is because we cant realize
The shit that goes on in these streets,
and meat and the beefs.

But I don't come from that shit
i'm from a small ass island where crack addicts go,
for a dream of becoming a artist and start to make mo.

Toursits come here,
to chill and have a beer,
on the Cliffs of Helliwell.
But fuck and the buck there payin,
The whole island is 'bout to sell.
Co-op and the gas bar are our "downtown"
thats the place where we all gather round,
so cold in the winter we fear to make a sound.

Come down and have a coffee at lix,
Bring some weed and blow and we will make it a mix.

So we can get through our day of work,
Dickin' around and diggin holes in the dirt and mud,
while we all converse over how shitty our bud-----is,
blaze it over and over again till we start to get dizz---y
We dont even lock our houses up wit keys,
or if you don't got one most of us just linger in the trees,
Every once in a while we get a new girl who is a bit of a tease,
All the sicko's that pay usually get pleased....
Since 200 and 3, its just been me and my self,
'cause all these kids and starting to be0
so depressed and stressed,
In my eyes their all failin' the test.

Pissin me off cuz life is what you make it,
You smoke weed and cut yourself while you sit,
in the smoke pit.
Keep your head up,
life is better than that.
Go out, fuck even go out and buy a cat,
and replace you're gat for a cat.

Bet thats somethin' you've never done,
ever look and stared at the fallin' sun?
While you know at the same moment
Someone is gettin' shot up by you're own gun?

No, your aint been through shit,
but I undetstand why you think life is like a frying pan,
'Cause once you get in you can get out.

So now Obama is in office,
we changing the world,
one person at a time.
While people are dying all over,
I picked up a four leaf clover.
Did shit gett any better?
Naw, life is what it is,
you gotta know whats goin on
and not go out and pawn you passion for a bag a dope.

Go out and crawl up that rope.
No matter how much it hurts
or how many times you fall back in the dirt.
I ruined so many shirts climbing it.
Fuck yeah you gon' slip,
and when you jacket rips-
you take it off and make it into a glove.
But if you fail its all good cuz if you try
You are gonna ply into the above like a dove.