Knowing When To Stop

 

I remember the first time I copped a quarter pound.
The connect was her cousin at a strange house on the south side of town.

Silent as I sat in this shell of a home, we walked in, shook hands and then they sat me alone.

The seconds turned to minutes and the minutes seemed like hours.
Remember it's a test, plugs have no respect for a coward.

In just three days I went from flipping zips to turning zones.
It's time to eliminate the middle man and do it on my own.

They say if miss an opportunity it's your fault you let it go.
A meeting with the Jews, they taught me how to grow.

Two bedrooms occupied by the "Sea of Green".
Jack Herer, OG Kush, in 06 given my region, I had the rarest of weed.

Silence and Secrecy had me on top of the world.
I never got caught but stopped because of my girl.

It turns out she had a small secret of her own.
She was skimming off the top at work and she wasn't alone.

She led a "Private I" right to the spot.
That's how it ended...you gotta know when to stop.

I never got caught.