Rock hit

it doesn't take a genius yall
as it seems...... all my dreams are lost
the grip of addictio....at my demons cost
through the Vanessa blind,...I'm peeking hard
between thev part.... where the piece is gone  checking bushes.... street, trees n lawn,
 all I see is leeches
fiends a dog.... shadow peeps and the sneaking  law
  cuz I've been tweaking N geeking... all weekend long 
deep in thought...  pass the weed n bongI 
Weeze and cough.., We up in smoke... like Cheech n chong
something feelin off... weird in wrong
 there's no reason yall 
how's the snow still here..., when the witer seasons gone.
big pile of powder.... and a piece straw.  Woooooo..... that's clean and strong got me tight nasals clogged... I can hardly  breath or talk...  through my clenched teeth I jaw.... I'm dehydrated and I can't eat at all...sO many steps my feet s raw


I'm headed to the moon-- on a rock hit
Not the kind you fly-- but the kind ya find up in my 
Pocket
If Your coming  grab your bag and ya  better hop in 
Bc once we take off there ain't no stopping
Just sizling chopping and popping

My bills rolled up  like back in the day when I sold drugs 
Ya only get told once then get split like rolled blunt
Wrapped in a  bag like a cold cut
Couple squares  busting circles in a line dance getting tore up 
Double dare you dumb fucks n our worthless lying asses to come pulling up
But I'm uh between ya not that damn foolish


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Hick hop/rock, male