Puff puff,
Ya don't wanna mind what's going on.
Getting high and forgetting how high my anger is.
"Fucking bitches from the back",
Those bitches gonna get you back.
All you do is lay me low,
While i'm tryna be high.
When ya pass it around,
Don't expect me to be in town.
I'm tryna love you,
But all you sayin is "Fuck you".
So what now?
Puff,
Puff,
Pass the head high around.
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The Struggle For Air
PoetryPoems written based off of any random thoughts one may have or any situation that is difficult to explain. Enjoy!