Weed effects

Yall want another story?

Better grab yourself as i explain my mornings

As i Wake to more things i wish was recorded

I go bake more weed so i feel reinforced with

Inner forces trying to be supportive and up lift this prisoner's corpse

 

Realer source like my dealer pours in my inner dome

What Jack reachers adores, jin mixed with more liquor fusho

A Wicked force in a glass which is my back spine, chest n darkest cores

Take it back id emphasize you should invest in bulk, a pack of cheapest cords

Beat your troat n leave your soul to roam wooden walls

Bet your mom will regret leaving yah home

She aint be seeing yah soon..... (hummmm....)(gets slap back of head)

 

Thats my mind as i grind some weed before sunrise

Half dead, my eyes half in bed till i lit my popper up right

Make a drink n start sobering up while at work

I know, how does that work but since first day i smoked joints

Co-workers laid eyes on my eyes but kept going

Disappointed? They think my eyes naturally prevented

From opening more but they avoid asking to be joining

they just think im natural lookin

I regret nothing till i start spitting mucus

Gets me fucking ruthless till im moodless

Will i puke again? This anxiety and looped stress

Is inside of me trying to lead in death

Make me hold my breath when i sleep so hold on death i might be....

 

Really be holding my breath

So the ceiling blows free as i rest

In peace my old self, leave my family crest cold n drenched

I dont easily fold so with the breeze theres nothing else

Making me scream more than things i deal within me then i talk to myself..

Then take in more weed so emotion wont be growing by itself

Their left on the shelves forgotten until i sober up and explode so intense