getting too high
 

I remember my first time doing it/
Smoking up weed ya I got sick from it/
Now I’ve done everything and lost everything for it/
I’m certain to die alone and for that I regret it/

So why you ask do I get high?/
You know I’m not sure no thought really comes by/

I guess it’s that numbness or openness/
Or that nothing can bring you down that your problem less/

Whatever it is there are some bad things too/
Did I mention I’m homeless and I got the flu/
Or I finished high school and still don’t have a clue/
The lows of getting high drives to to steal from family too/

Doctors say that it’s the chemical imbalance/
I myself think that I like the feeling and I think that’s my dependance/

However I’m hooked the point is I’m hooked and can’t unhook/
But the next time you see me just remember this page of my book/
don’t forget I am a human too just say high the next time you look/

don't sleep on this

hey i felt you most definetly on this piece...know many...some close...many not so, but still....who were pot heads (mainly)...but also crack heads and what not....

but for real....someone quite close went through nearly the same ish...but helped him play it out though....but anyway...what the fuk, going on some next ish now...

so back to the piece....depicted well....ending was superb, captured the whole essence of the piece in a way...respect...

YO dunny ill neva sleep on u fam. u stay hittin me up so ill hit u bacc. dis shyt wass hott i wanna see u droppin more like 50 a day ighttttt lol. uno

uppin this