A Song for some to celebrate the phrase "God is with you."

 A Song for some to celebrate the phrase "God is with you.":

[Good times by Styles D]       

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high

I get high, I get high, I get high on your memory

High on your memory, high on your memory

I get high, high, high (every day) high

I get high, high, high, high (every night)

I get high, high, high, high (all the time)

High

Every day I need an ounce and a half [to be further investigated towards eye for an eye type laws]

S.P., the only flow that you know with a bounce-and-a-half

Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash

So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave

I get, high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around

It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now

And I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I'm sober, dawg

I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up

I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone all alone

Motherfucker 'case I'm dyin' tonight

So I roll 'em up back-to-back, fat as I could

You got beef with Styles P, I come and to slide to the hood [a common meeting ground for where the poor of finances can be found in order for them to be helped]

I get high, high, high, high (every day)

I get high, high, high, high (every night)

I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)

High on your memory (every day)

I get high, high, high, high (every night)

I get high, high, high, high (all the time)

I get high, high, high, high, high

A yo, I smoke like a chimney, matter of fact, I smoke like a gun

When a killa see his enemy, I smoke like Bob Marley did

Add to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the '70s (ahhhhhhhhhhh)

Spit with the finishing touch

Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch

I get high like the birds and the planes

I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged

I get a rush off the blood on the walls [a Passover reminder], you understand

Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor

I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?

And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you

I get high, high, high, high (every day)

I get high, high, high, high (every night)

I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)

Get high on your memory (every day)

I get high, high, high, high (every night)

I get high, high, high, high (all the time)

I get high, high, high, high, high

I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse

I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack

Where a dollar bill is powerful

I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious, and I know what a hour do [wisdom]

High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'

With my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin'

Shit, I get as high as I could

'Cause if you see things like I see things

'Cause I'ma die in the hood

Motherfucker, understand it's full service to you

I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue

And you could name any rapper [there is no other god except God], if you want he could die

This is S.P., dump it in, you bitch, I get high

I get high, high, high, high (every day)

I get high, high, high, high (every night)

I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)

High on your memory (every day)

I get high, high, high, high 

I get high, high, high, high (flow with me)

I get high on your memory

High on your memory, high on your memory high, high, high

I get high on your memory

High on your memory, high on your memory, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high, high

[I am the ghost.  Flow with me. ( [this can be a reminder of the holy ghost portion for those who believe in The Trinity])