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I was talkin' to a guy that I respect dearly the other dayAnd he told me not to get so distractedfighting the alligators, that I forget to clean the swampAnd it took me a second to thinkabout what he was really sayin'But he was sayin' "Don't let my problemsdistract me so much dealin' with them, I forget my mission"Hey baby brother, how ya doin'The streets still holdin'The last time I seen ya, you ain't seem so focusedCan't believe I ain't noticed, I can't believe I missed itLife been crazy man, fast life livin'While Struggle's sittin' in prison, I'm sittin' and trippin'And I'm sittin' here wishin'that you were sittin' here with meBut you're not, I'm all aloneTryin' to write this songSippin' on some bourbon and blowin' a little strongThis is therapeutic music so I'm takin' my timeFigured while I had a second I would drop you a lineMe and Will are doing well man, don't worry 'bout usI bet yo ass up there chillin' probably rollin' it upI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionWhen it's said and done and we're all goneI hope they got a place that we can blowI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionHey Momma V, its been a minute since I mentioned your nameAnd every hardship is a blessing and this is the sameIt's been 16 years, it doesn't lessen the pain'Cause your death was a first hand lesson on ageI'm just riding through my own neighborhood reminiscingThe life that I was livin', man was I trippin'I grew up around sinners all after tryin' to winPeople livin' to die but they was dyin' to liveThink about you every now and then I ride by the cribCall it the crib, but my mother hasn't lived there in yearsMeanwhile my cousin came home from doing a bidGave the man an iPhone and he didn't know what it isI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionWhen it's said and done and we're all goneI hope they got a place that we can blowI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionWe ain't smoked in a while, I'm sorry the change did itThat and the fact you got strung out on painkillersThe money and fame did it, you tried and you can't quit itTo think it's a shame that your names in the same sentenceAs a junkie, a flunkie, your back is the monkeyYou used to have it all, the hoes and the moneyHad a dream that you killed yo'selfWoke up reachin' for my phone like you needed my helpBut I'm so focused on myself and my daughter doing wellYou're a grown manI have to hope you're going through a spellBut I'm prayin' for you and I knowthat you're feelin' the painBut you're an addict, you won't changetil you're ready to changeAnd I hope you think about your family and get it rightAnd just know that I'ma pray for you before I sleep tonightAnd me and money talk, I'd like to share this thoughtWhile you fightin' alligators don't forgetto clean the swampI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionI hope that heaven has a smoking sectionWhen it's said and done and we're all goneI hope they got a place that we can blowI hope that heaven has a smoking section
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