Fly Guts

Morining has come and you wake in a lust,
I must meet with the space grass, I know it's a must.
Turn on the light and head for the hall,
the herb in the wall, that'll fool em' all.
Sit back in your bed, light up that spliff,
hopin' my parents won't get a whiff.
Smoke hits my brain, wanting to say hi,
Receptors respond, as if they'de say bye.
Thoughts begin to build, as crazy as they seem,
still makes me wonder what the hell they mean.
The smoke has taken me, to a far off place,
please tell me this shit hasn't been laced.
Step out of bed and shake off the nirvana,
walk down the stairs and head for a bannanna.
Whats seems like a good thing at the time,
began to realize, this was all a mime.
Nothing was real, nothing as it seemed,
what's goin on, I thought I just dreamed.
everything went blurry, and to my amazement,
fell down to the ground and nailed the pavement.
Woke up and saw a feral coyote...
What the hell is this? Am I on peyote?
did i ever sleep, was this all just made up?
that might explain why I'm holding the brain of a pup.
sounds blend with sights,
felt like man took my rights,
had to stay calm,
or I'de cut the skin below my palm.
heard the sound of a gun,there was pain in my torso
but what the fuck, a little gore, so?
reached back behind my hip,
pulled out a 17 round clip.
began to walk slowly, as I drew my weapon,
loaded my gun as I I started steppin.
put the gun up to his head,
pulled the trigger, now he's dead.
all this began from a simple roach,
"Mary jane is the devil" practised the coach.
remember, weed is bad.
ALWAYS TRUST YOUR MOM AND DAD.

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cloudsnstuff

such talk not welcomed on these forums.......never criticize the herb!