I thought of many days of getting out and getting paid lost my mind in many ways taken time for the wrong thangs thought of many days when the storm came my way got locked up for a year and a day four years locked away momma got me out thanked her every day to this day thought I'd never get away from this pain came home in 05 on the 14th day of the August way stepped out on a Sunday thought of many days of getting out and getting paid went to school on the 15th day lost in a cell can't find my way home time is all wrong since the day I left you I was always gone so far away from home stayed out in the streets to long felt good to come home where did I go wrong lost everyone to a cell or a grave back home street life is so wrong so stay home cause I thought of many days of getting out and getting paid now I'm steady paid to this day sitting in a room as I blaze on this green haze feeling good everyday all my homies back with me I thought of many days I thought of many days now my homies gone away since the green haze fade away please talk to me let you know every day that I guess I'm okay thought of many days of getting out and getting paid taking time away from the pain of yesterday banging screw everyday till my hood find away Texas trill till I fade away brush them hatter's off live your life well till your time is all gone live free for the moment for the rest of time I thought of many days of getting out and getting paid