If there is a God,
He must be dead, my friend
Otherwise, why would He let Evil Men always win?
When they live forever in Sin
And go about their business with a leering grin
I could go On and On like Erykah
But where the hell do I begin?
If I knew I would have started long ago
This Life moves so fast now
But I still remember when it seemed slow
When it was like the hands of a clock
Would just stop and not turn anymore
I hate Time because you cannot argue with it
Anymore than you can with the Ocean
As the waves crash upon the shore
Remember, that Karma is Karma, neh?
Throw that emotional baggage on the floor
And move the fuck on
Do not forget that this is just Life
There’s nothing classified really, as
Wrong or Right
Black or White
It’s all just gray
And I’ll believe that until the day that I die
I tell ya! This life can be damned bad yet oh so good
Just like that bitch I can’t forget
Even when I know I should
Today the Sun is bright
I’m happy to be alive
Waiting for the creeping twilight
That marks the start of a warm Spring Night
Heya, Jah and this makes me happy……….
I’m just a simple White Devil who happens to wear glasses
My life is far from lavish
I’m not the kind of guy that needs the Impala
When I can ride a Caprice Classic
And guess what? That mother fucker still smashes
On down the road
And would take me wherever I need to go
But I have neither car
Just a Mercedes Benz 300d turbo
I know y’all might think that is luxury
Truthfully, that kind of talk is crazy
Because it was made the same year I was born
19 Eighty-Three
So now you see that Drewcifer Kazinsky
Is just a forsaken Pauper,
A broke-ass Emcee!!
I tell ya! This life can be damned bad yet oh so good
Just like that bitch I can’t forget
Even when I know I should
Today the sun is bright
I’m happy to be alive
Waiting patiently for the creeping twilight
That marks the start of a Spring Night
Heya, Jah and this makes me happy……….
My Friends from Berkeley/North Oakland and I consider each a brother.......
And my best friend Chavez, who is just like my brother
He helped me until I could pay those outrageous bills
When I was trying to make a living in those lovely hills
To survive I started hustling trees and shitakis
Along with some pain pills
Choose not to believe what I say
But if it wasn’t for Chavez and La Victoria,
Whom I petition the Gods for their safety every day,
I would have been dead in Stockton, which is where I am now
And seems destined to stay
But more than a few years ago, I had one foot in the grave
Lost is a haze of depression, marijuana, and Cocaine
With surely no one but myself to blame
So it may seem kind of dramatic
But this was my Life that my friends in the East Bay
Somehow managed to save
Later, KY, who is also a brother, gave me a place to stay
So fucking what if it was a one bedroom apartment in West Oakland
And I had to sleep on a bed in the living room
He saved me from the fate I consider Doom that I now suffer but still,
It meant that I did not have to leave my adopted city so soon
One Luv! to the realest hustler in North Oakland, over off Ocean View
He’ll remain nameless but it was his substantial loan that got me through
The months of no job when I was waiting for work
With absolutely nothing to do
Many believe he’s a jerk chicken asshole and he’s cold
To those outside the crew
It’s hard to get to know him, so many don’t bother
But I tell ya, blood, I already know how he is and I love this man like a brother
I want to live forever next to the Bay, that is the place for me where
The bullshit Stocktonian drama seems to end
Since I don’t have any real siblings
I consider many a friend a blood relation
And it just so happens
That most of them live in The East Bay
And North Oakland
This is where Drewcifer Drewmani
Drew Kazinsky would love to begin life again…….
Drew Kazinsky
.A.N.F.
West Stockton, California