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Nov 2014
always a toker
never a smoker
never burned
never yearned
my half still joints
laid in ashes
forgetting them there
never aware
they were saved for later
in times of need
for times of relaxing
for my daily needs

I then got a bag (H)
put the *** behind
i did these two things
never thinking why

which one do i need
which one do i choose

i chose the bag
it became everyday
with no way to stop

i never had fun
when i stopped
i would only jones

they are now behind me
i ask myself why
i have no reason
or a reason why

they say there's no bridge
or a gateway to drugs
i thought the same thing
and
i only smoked ***
never thinking
of other things
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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