Tears stream down from his tired racoon eyes
As he exhales the smoke
his only remedy
His Confusion Is the source of his anger
His Sorrow Hides Within the Weed smoke
But when the smoke Is gone
His sorrow Is still there
He wants more but hes broke
He wants a new change of clothes cause hes soaked
Nothing matters to him
In his mind
hes already dead
As tears stream down his tired raoon eyes
