I don't know how it got this way
my past is phased
but I remember three years ago
a promise was made
you promised we'd stay
make this our permanent place
till the days i graduate
don't know how plans got changed
mind starting to stray from my home because were so many miles away
but theres no need to complain
so I just devour whats put in front of my face
the drinking and drugs all practiced legally around my way
like a whole other world
but these thugs I fall in love with are still the same
I place the blame on them
they hate the stereotypes but they stay by them
with hoodies up,
bumping crunk music,
proving to the clueless
that we are exactly the words people stick to us
and no one wants to listen to our views
and why we choose to use these harsh words and context clues
and why were always singing the blues
because we never knew happiness was a true feeling
thought it was the high our weed was feeding
never permanently pleasing
"puff, puff, pass"
we chant, needing, pleading, grieving
for the green wrapped in yellow parchment piecings
piercing our lips
leaving marks on our fingertips
but it's worth the bliss we experience those few minutes
to be ourselves without thinking
