• You think you are a okay
    Getting high every day
    They say you are about to die
    but you go on with no reply
    Then one late night, you walk into your house
    Creeping in just like a mouse
    You tiptoe to your room
    It looks so dark and gloom
    You start to look for your hidden stash
    It is about a dub of hash
    You roll a blunt
    Take a hit
    Then you start to cough and spit
    You feel the buzz, you feel the high
    You feel as if you can float to the sky
    But in reality, you are almost deceased
    The beating of your heart has ceased
    In your blood you start to soak
    Even your soul has begun to choke
    You realize your coming to an end
    So for your life you start to fend
    You try but your too week
    All of the sudden you start to freak
    As Death comes near
    Everything becomes so clear
    But then your mind slips away
    Then you start to pray
    But no one is listening up there
    Your eyes are locked into a stare
    They roll back into your head
    Now you are dead.