The high is not the same anymore
Not the same high when thrown toward the sky
And then brought back to hit the ground
Only to find that when turned 'round
One found that they were worse off than when they started
They started, so broken-hearted from self-inflicted injuries
Memories of the greenest weed
Sought only speed 'cause we felt the need
The need not to be slow anymore
But what a dreadful bore
Because the high is not the same anymore
It may not seem right, this untimely fight
But it's all to seem righteous, through my peaks and my falls
Balls to the walls, not giving a hot dayum
About what they think about what I do
But I'm through...
F U C K IT!!! I'M GOING TO REHAB!!!
you was high when you wrote this ......
lol anyway fam.....
a paper towel? did you write it sittin at a table??? I call that table top poetry....and if you high its table top poetry @ its best most definitely....
this was kinda hot tho