Cure – Cut – Inhaled
All my mistakes flash before my eyes.
From the lips, to the lungs,
to the tongue – I become numb
and I’ll smile for while.
Pain floats away on the smoke,
pride and derision a joke,
laughing until I choke.
It still remains the only way
to bond the people, ease the fear,
no longer distant – separated,
through the haze our minds are clear.
Come on over – we’ll get low,
blow the day away together,
as it grows – we will stay lit forever.
Showing us what we don’t’ know.
-Looking inside-
A lift on the shoulders of God’s real gift.
Passed around to ease the pressure,
only way I can live
with all of this bullshit.
Smoke – Let’s get sedated.
More – Obliterated.
Weed – It’s fucking great, yeah!
I think that I’ll roll another…
HG – 2000-2005
