A thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers, word up
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
I set it off with my own rhyme
cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time