Situations forever changing
Running short of options
Trying to escape high above the clouds
So maybe I may sit and wait
But the game of Life is not so kind
The going gets rough
And there are some who try, but can't stay tough
But as these worries follow me from here to there
As I hit this blunt, just think
Why even care?Sounds crazy huh?
Maybe. I'll admit.
But I don't live
The same way you live
I aim to be Free
What's wrong with that sense of spirit?
Climbing higher it this hole
I guess I can believe it.
Floating above the thick dark clouds
Through bad storms and the good
Most times I'll do it my way though
Like most smokers would
So I will tell you this
Though these worries cloud my view
I'll live this life my way
With 420 every day dude
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