Vices
One of my Vices
My favorite vice would be money because with that you can have all of the other vices. I love to eat though, that’s another beautiful gift of life.
by Art Herrera
Sometimes I look back, back to high school
Pops was right, them fools were bad news…
But I was stubborn, thought I knew everything
Only reason I went to school was to gangbang…
Creased up, even had’a share clothes
Twice a week with the homies, did it for the hoes
A let me borrow that, I’ll let you borrow this
Before you knew it, had my lil’ brother in the mix
I felt real good! I mean real good!
To know that he became a member of my hood!
That’s how it is…that’s how it was…
Esé Doeboy walking home from school buzz…
I’ll tell you one thing thatcha didn’t know
He had will power! Something that I didn’t though
I shoulda pumped the brakes, when I had the chance
No longer sharing gear, now I’m wearing county pants…
Responsibility
One of my vices was doing drugs to ease the pain and to forget about reality, but upon doing so I got probation and lost my daughter. While I’m in here now I watch my daughter grow up in pictures and through visits. My grandparents are taking care of her, a responsibility that’s not theirs. I made my hita, she’s my responsibility, and instead of being in here I should be out there working and taking care of hita, being a good dad, one that my daughter can be proud of and depend on ‘cuz she’s got my last name, Moralez. She is another one of my vices becausewhen I was out there her mom was locked up so I got full custody of her and it was fun having her. She never left my side and having to do everything with her was good because there who love that responsibility. I would read her stories and play with her and crawl with her, teaching her how to crawl and having to set up appointments for her first month check-up, then her second month check-up, then her fourth and sixth and her ninth. But, I will not get to be at that one because I’ll be in here learning; and it’s weird saying “learning” because for the first time in my life I’m doing something constructive with my time.
100 Proof
Bottles I boost
80 to 100 proof
Got the fire water, fuck the room
Gin, JD, Absolut
Bacardi, Alize, Grey Goose
Bring your liver I got the juice
I even drink alcohol usin’ fruits
Call it alcohol abuse
Party ‘til the clocks hit double deuce
‘til I see yous in twos
Slurr’d speech like my tongue’s bruise
I see shorty hangin’ out with the wrong group –
‘cuz she lookin’ kinda cute
or is it the liquor goggles put to use
Fuck it I’m brewed, in the mood
So I tell her “I just wanna get with you”
She just laughs n’ says I’m a crazy fool
On the real I just wanna get her nude
We already did the chop, now it’s time to do the screw
I told her “after I’m done with you we through”
She gets mad ‘cuz she feels used
Told her “I’m just your sancho, not your main dude”
Woke up next to her like “what do I do?”
Got her name tattooed, broke the balloon, n’ she’s as ugly as you!
