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Smokin’
Feels like my mind
Trapped in a nursery rhyme
‘Cause I’m huffing
And puffing all the time
Swisher Swiss ready cut
Gotta to fill
Roll and fire up.
Day to day grind
Got me caught in a rut
Opportunity got me stuck.
Wanna change.
Getting tired of the same
Getting tired of the game
Getting tired of hearing
‘Em keep calling my name.
No where to go
So what the fuck.
I’m smoking!
Hit the streets
And they lokin’
Making dreams
Come true by main line dopin’
Finding false security
By faceless stroking.
Or giving up
Always gripin’ and mopin’.
Personally
I’m hoping
I can flip the script,
Take a vacation
Instead of trip.
Get a flow
Instead of a drip.
Put some hop in my hip
And escalate.
I seem destined by fate.
I feel lessened by hate.
Totally misunderstood,
Po, Black, and from the hood.
So each breath I take
I’m chokin’.
Finding ash trays for pokin’.
Inventing new ways
To keep tokin’.
My private escape.
Gotta have it to make
Friends and find dates
Or just spend time alone
And meditate.
All day long
Whether right or wrong
I’m smokin’!
So pass the blunt!!
