I just wrote this while smoking a joint and listening to some chill tunes. Let me know what you think.
Feeling like my mind is gone, trapped in the o-zone and the marrow within my bones is froze
And now I'm feelin' like the shadow of a rose that grew out of the concrete and I believe that I'm prone
To do evil deeds a product of a cursed seed that fertilizes itself upon this dung heep we call our mother earth
But since our birth she's seemed cursed cause every time I turn on the news I see clips of schools and a mutha-****in' hearse
Taking a brother or sister six feet deep cause the reaper creeps to takes those of all ages, so all ages weep
And this harsh reality makes me lose sleep so I get high to ease my mind and wipe away the tear running down my cheeks
The road of life we tread gives us weary feet, sometimes I imagine standing on a mountain and takin' that faithful leap or simply fallin' like a widows peak into a tumultuous sea and carried by it's currents down into the freezing deep
Don't be alarmed but please pay heed to the words of a wise youth whose greatest fear is to not succeed
This life is so bittersweet that's why these are the thoughts that run through my mind every time I smoke weed.
Every time that I smoke weed
My mind feels free from this nightmarish dream
I wish that reality were full of love and peace
But these are my thoughts every time that I smoke weed.
Feeling like my mind is gone, trapped in the o-zone and the marrow within my bones is froze
And now I'm feelin' like the shadow of a rose that grew out of the concrete and I believe that I'm prone
To do evil deeds a product of a cursed seed that fertilizes itself upon this dung heep we call our mother earth
But since our birth she's seemed cursed cause every time I turn on the news I see clips of schools and a mutha-****in' hearse
Taking a brother or sister six feet deep cause the reaper creeps to takes those of all ages, so all ages weep
And this harsh reality makes me lose sleep so I get high to ease my mind and wipe away the tear running down my cheeks
The road of life we tread gives us weary feet, sometimes I imagine standing on a mountain and takin' that faithful leap or simply fallin' like a widows peak into a tumultuous sea and carried by it's currents down into the freezing deep
Don't be alarmed but please pay heed to the words of a wise youth whose greatest fear is to not succeed
This life is so bittersweet that's why these are the thoughts that run through my mind every time I smoke weed.
Every time that I smoke weed
My mind feels free from this nightmarish dream
I wish that reality were full of love and peace
But these are my thoughts every time that I smoke weed.