Yeah,
I got this weed.
And I'm going smoke it.
Now I’m high ass hell,
and I feel more focused.
I can do anything I put my mind to.
Except multiply two times two.
But that’s not important; from me to you,
I just want time to fly, and spend my time getting high.
Hoping I can get even higher than last time.

Man, three dollars is so hard to find.
I guess I can stink into mama’s purse,
but this will be the last time.
I know thou shall not steal.
But after I get high I will need a good meal.

For some reason I just don’t feel high.
Sometimes I just wish I would die.
I’m to much of a man to cry.
And I definitely don’t have to explain….
Why,
I’m smoking crack now.
I mean it keep’s me from starving,
and it makes my day.

But now I feel like I never should’ve started.
Because now me and my family has parted.
I can’t gain any weight,
And without it I can’t make it through the day.
I know there’s a way for me to get it,
I’ll just wait around this corner and rob some old women.

Ooh God I want to stop sinning.
But I hurt so bad without that feeling.
It’s like I’m full with all these demons.
But the rock will make me better,
God If you help me get it this time;
I promise I will stop forever, and I’ll make sure I make it into heaven.

Shit,
look it’s some rocks on the ground.
Let me run before the dope man finds out.
I’m feeling safe in this crack house,
Now all I have to do is put this pipe up to my mouth.
Ooh yeah that’s the feeling....................
But wait a minute,
my heart is pounding to fast,
And I think I’m smelling some gas.
This might be my ass.
I should have never ask God to help me get high,
because it would be my last.
I guess that’s why they say,
be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it fast.