And i smoke

Buzzed to fvck
looking out on the night sky
i realize there is more to life than getting high

but i take another hit
another toke
another puff
although my life is broke

my times been wasted
my loves been busted
i dont know exactly what im doing
but still- ive adjusted

and all the while
i sit here smoking-
with the pain still soaking-

deep.
burning into my soul
but i want to do another bowl
ya, i wanna hit that good stuff- the stuff that keeps me going.

i would stop, but my happiness is slowing.
and ill scream it out loud into that black sky
ask God what happened to my life- and why?

and one day i might kill myself because im so sad-- but that wont be tonite.
cause with The Man im always up front, even when im drowing in my own blunt.

He knows what i do and why i do it,
so i guess theres more to life, and if i change my mind, ill take mine, with a knife.

and i think, and i smoke-
and dream that one day, my life is not a joke.