by Smeagol Mar 20, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Razor cuts the blood shows the powders gone up my nose. trippin out mad whack..now where'd i put my Lil dub sack. grab my pipe pass it round take a hit set it down. Floating so freely nothing can compare to sittin in Ur room soaring throe the air. Alone i am a stoner, proud as i could be ,to all those who dont no the drugs the drugs clearly seem to no me. |