Just a body for the soul to dwell
Just a kid making it through living hell
Just a mind wandering to many places
Too many places for me
It was just to get by, not to get high
Not lookin for money just relieving sighs
Never did I want to say goodbye
But she said it anyways and I was like
No wait baby come back
But you're not my baby and I'll still call you that
So weed went from a hobby to a vice
Cause then everyone knew it but not what it's like
All I could think was my love denied
These thoughts don't just leave but still I tried
Locked them up but then she found the key
Just to let them out and then she'd flee

I was your average stoner
Wake and bake and act like a loner
Go to school high cause I couldn't get by
Without a little hit from the green guy
It wasn't addiction but to the smile
Cause without that shit I'd sigh for awhile
Too starry eyed to see straight
Lost sight and didn't know til it's too late
But eventually I came down to earth
Received the green and the rebirth
A born again hippy if that's even a thing
But atleast now there's no more worries
Just peace to my brothers and peace to another
Nubian or not anger's just a bother
We all live on the same planet
But too greedy to share it, God Dammit

Even though my windows are wide
The blinds are down and I'm ready to fight
Despite the peace that I preach, It's harder lived than to teach
Living in a sea of ignorance there's bare intelligence to seek
Judgement day's here and you'll see it tomorrow
No new thoughts cause everything's borrowed
Can't forget the past or look to the future
So we're stuck in last and looking like losers
Money's just an object and it's all that we see
The apple of affection because nothing's free
Not food, not housing, not friends, not life
Not people, not happiness, nothing but strife
And anyone that resists is nowhere nearby
They're living secluded but not in these borders why?
Cause of globalization spread by the nation
A disease worse than any deadly contagion


So Imma just write verses and make chorus's later. The stuff that I write is along the lines of a structured rant, so it's hard to do the chorus sometimes. Plus, I'm starting to feel like a preacher when I spit it A Capella.