SMOKES

We blow it up, we smoke ’em  up,

                               White ecstasy I say

The  fire, at its far end

                               Lays to rest, or soul inside

Weed we live for, rather it makes us live

                               We crush em up, we roll em up

Then the rings , that we make up
                                We show the world the artist inside

We sing, we dance, we play, we act

                                No one but just ourselves for we.

None to heed, None to worry..

                                Kings of our Kingdom we be

High on our minds, High on our dreams.

                                Dreams that seemed impossible befire..

We live and feel, feel and live

                                 Those moments, but the moments ain’t true though.

Pavements and streets and stairs we sit

                                 Every night, it’s a different light

To this world we are just a bunch of morons.

                                  Poor souls they are, they don’t even know.