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Feb 2018
He is only 18 and his name is Tariq Walker,
Growing up around the herbs, they call it marijuana.
5 foot 5 or maybe 5 foot 8, and he has fell in love with the Marry Jane.
And when he smoke the herbs he on top of his game.

High all day, and everyday he ain't the same.
Eyes ****** red and he doesn't feel the strain.
Mr. Tariq Walker, is always sky walking,
Too high to sit still in class and always smile talking.

But on the other side he's a very smart kid.
Who understand his work and knows the right thing.
but the main distraction that set him off track,
Is only the marijuana because he doesn't want to try crack.

I never said to be a stalker,
But keep an eye on the walker.
Because when he smokes the herbs,
Remember he'll be seeing birds.
This poem is based on a very good friend of mine who's addicted to marijuana and he told me to write a poem about it.
Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel
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Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel  24/M/Enslaved abyss
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