Once my parents leave I lock my bedroom door
And then I plop down and sit on the floor.
Under my bed is where the **** is stored
I think, *At least I'm not out on the streets like a ***** *****
I beg you, please, give me more.
I roll the joint with gentle care
As if it were the only one left to share.
Go and light it if you dare,
You whisper. I light the joint and watch it flare.
I take a hit, one full of delight
As I absorb the smoke and look out into the night.
My head feels light and my body goes numb.
The buzz in my veins is more than enough
To get me high after a well-given smoke.
I've used up all my cash, now I am broke
But at least I still have a decent amount of ****
To satisfy my cravings and control my need.