how high i b

how high i b,
how high 2 c.

how how i go thee,
but how to go three?

the b-a-d kills me with ryming diver-city,
but blunt a day never seems to rest for me.

i hear it like a pigeon,
churping constantly.

the echo in my minds eyes,
for that times i let them fly bys.

i hear the ticking of the clocks arms,
but never nearing of the locks alarms.

i need to burn a phatty down,
so i can lean on a big blunt now.

to burn it down till it touches the ground,
and spin it round and round and around.

i will let it go down to the pound,
and be put to sleep in the ground.

time for rest y'all can't get it,
time to be closin my eyes like fallin' asleep.

b/c i am so high, so high i can not see,
i can not see the adversity of diversity of egonostically biochemically narcolepetically society of the times unlying belly of democracy the hypocracy of ludiocracy, oh man, i really can't c.

b/c i'm really fuckin stoned you know,
can't ya'll c the tree going puff-puff and then i say he-he-he?

Blunt a Day, Oh Blunt a Day

Burning,
Yearing,
Earning,
Learning.

Stewing,
Brewing,
Newing,
Suing.

The time is coming to be a new'in,
For it's time to re-up in.

I gotz 2-b gettin' me a blunt'in,
B4 I gotz 2-b go'in.

My lines are like time,
Never ending span of shine.

B/c I gotz 2 burn dat shit,
Higher and higher b4 I kill dat shit.


So listen up friends 'n' listen good,
My shit be stewing up a blunt that's good.

So roll 'em up and spark 'em down,
Then maybe sing and dance like a clown.

B/c I'm singing bro, like a damn fool,
I'm dancing yo, like a real tool.

But it don't really matta now does it,
B/c I'm stoned as hell soooo FUCK IT!

- keep it real, ya hearrrddd??

Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Why must I be obsessed with such a consuming lust?
The aches and cries of my yearning heart,
it seems like I am falling apart.
From all my different trials and tribulations,
it's hard to believe my hearts still ticking.
When all my money turns to ashe,
my heart sinks down bellow my ass.
The yearning inside is tearing me apart,
and all I need is to light up that blunt.
The overbearing consuming need,
for that dark green sticky weed.
Is all the thoughts I do pocess,
for I am addicted to this substance, and in a mess.
How did my life go from fame and fortunes,
to hardly being able to get up in the mornings.
This cycle of mine must come to a stop,
before I rip out my bloody heart.
The time I have left is little so I will be quick,
I must find something to suffice, before I throw a fit.
It is hard to control the yearning inside of me,
I hope I learn how to control it, before it consumes me.
I must learn to have will power,
So I can learn how to avoid marijuana