Break it down, clean it out
Roll it up, put it in your mouth
Light it up.
Inhale the smell of the intoxication
Trail of smoke
From the end of the blunt
As you pull another stunt
You enjoy it so don’t front
Getting high give you peace
Of mind which is hard to find
During these times of smiles and cries
Even the most trustworthy tell lies
From the president to the convict
A lot of this shit just make me sick
Sick to my somach make me want to vomit
So I get high trying to ride a comet to
The moon, hope to leave soon.