This is a whole new level
I wish I had had a sneak peak or a preview
Of what exactly I would become here
It’s all false smiles and false hopes
Risking lives and selling dope
Living for smoke…
Thankfully I have not fully submerged
Into this sea of Mary Jane culture
But I’m treading water
Trying to stay afloat
It’s so tempting to drown
To become part of the careless crowd
But I haven’t given up
I cannot find a right or wrong
Just a lifestyle
A passion
It’s a matter of opinion
I couldn’t share mine
Because I can’t decide
I’m too high all the time
Maybe if everyone lit up
If everyone opened up
We would mellow out
And we wouldn’t be smoking
To fight the man
We’d be smoking with him
Sharing our ideas
Coinciding
Not colliding
Maybe it’s the answer
…maybe it tears us apart.