Marijuana and Me
To ease the pain…
I stake out my turf till the roach…
It remains the same…
I have nothing to gain with this life…
So I let the rain delay…
The chapter I require on this sad night…
My desires tend to play…
The game of releasing toxins into my brain…
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A childhood that went rotten…
Forgotton innocence…
In a sense, they beemed ignorance…
With a resentment…
Towards all of human kind…
Sure I’m explicit…
With this misplaced space…
That I’ve created…
Through a time and place…
That I imaginated…
I exist in my imagination…
My life in risk…
Keying up drug relations…
But I’m just a kid…
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Damn now the magic is gone…
Cannabis vines intwined…
Around my leg, nothings wrong…
Eventually this rhyme…
Will end, and so will this joint…
Fixing my eyes on the sky…
So I maybe reach the point…
And read thru all these lies…
With the haze present…
I’ve decked the halls…
With my bong resin…
Just for all of ya’ll…
With the glass, the bowl prepared…
I caution to see if my conscious is there…
And suddenly, I realize that no one cares…
Rambling, about these scrambling thoughts…
I’ve certainly fought more shit, than I ought…
As I hit the bowl, and take in the toll of this night…
I think, I’m glad marijuana doesn’t control my life…
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