I got two pennies. I’m the truth’s enemy/
I got too many friends who ain't got any/
Benji(ja)-man(min) understand even hard workin man/
Can’t cop a dollar. Shit, we voted in Obama/
And all we wanted was a little bit of change/
Now we in a strange place cuz though we caught Osama/
Got a couple more years to deal with the Donald/
Cuz that dirty rotten Hilary Rodham lost the race/
Hit rock bottom. Dude do us a solid/
Legalize the chronic. If you don’t, I know/
There’s one thing I got to. Get my ass out of Chicago/
Go to Colorado. Smoke dope and nope/
You won’t get approached or bothered by the “Five-0”/
Hand over Bible, my rhyme flow/
Killing these fine hoes. Feeling suicidal/
End it on a high note. Woa!/