I used to smoke weed
at least 10 times a day.
Before breakfast, with my breakfast,
all to the end
of my dismay.
I spent 4 stacks
in twenty eighteen
just to get my fill,
I bought more bulk
for all my fiends
and smoked
through all the deals.
Some have to bag to make a life,
mine I had to save,
cause life’s a strife
when you’re dealt a flush
without clear means
to your ends.
My body never functioned right,
still I strengthen every day,
my mind gets loaded
up to a daze, it doesn’t need more haze.
I’ll never know what’s lost
from keeping it together,
the time all smoked
so I could float
sobering up
dismembered.
It would’ve been easier
to quit, if not the gains,
cause weed hid me
from all my pains,
that remained
all the same.