in april 2016 my mother, who had been recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, shared with me one of the most beautiful gifts i've received... this song. she shared with me the hopeful lyrics and basic joyful melody to this song about death in the lively style of the colombian cumbia. her wish was for me to finish the song and share it with the world so people could have a different perspective towards death; that it shouldn't always be sad... and instead a celebration of life. on november 2016, my mother took flight to the kingdom. please share this song to spread a message of joy and love. - daniel badi rinaldi
twas the night before 420 and i'll do the hood, not a person was smoking but it was all good, dutches were wrapped roll f*t with care, cause they knew in the morning they would put something in the air, my comforter feel so good as i lay in my bed, cause i'm a lil zooted for i took one to the head, gotta b**w loud can't smoke that bap, and that regular w**d is dirt them trees are crap, then out in the yard i heard a loud crash, i jumped out of bed in a f*t boy dash, i grab my pistol and check my stash, because if somebody broke in that's they ass, then at the door i heard a tick tick tick tick, it's my man who keep that thrax but he only had a nick, he said what's up my n***** do you have a dutch, i said hell yeah you know what's up, the w**d hit me like a comet i think my eyes twitching, i'm so high i think i seen dasher, dancer, prancher, donner, cupid, jesus, 2pac, elvis, vixen, and blitzen, then my man pulled out a pipe all packed with kief, he said this is that exotic from the african leaf, i took a big pull filled smoke in my belly, then my mouth got real dry and my eyelids were heavy, by this time i was gone of that green, then i whooped my man a*s at a game of 2k18, then my stomach made a sound something like an alligator, then i remember bojangles in the refrigerator, then i sat back down and enjoyed my chicken, cold its still good and finger lickin, then we blew one of mine to return the favor, after that i said holla n***** i'll see you later, he sprung to the door as he threw down his gristle, then i put back my stash and put up my pistol, i could hear my man sing as he walk through the night, happy 420 to all and to all a good night. oh boi!!!!
Nothing makes me happier than singing my little puppy @umatheboston to sleep. okay, so maybe i’m using this adorable little mush to my instagram advantage?????? wouldn’t you? she’s ridiculous🤩😍🐶🐶 #loveisallyouneedthursday folks!