I go to bed crying,
I wake up the next day wanting to be happy,
The only way I know how to be happy is the wonderful drug god made.
I'm depressed,
I need happiness and that is what god has done for me.
He has made grass that helps me.
Helps me from killing myself,
Helps me get through the day,
Helps me hind my feelings from everyone,
Makes me seen as if I'm back to myself.
I just want to take the pipe out of my backpack,
Load it up,
Light it,
Take a few puffs and feel all the stress leave.
I feel free from life,
Happy again,
A real smile upon my face,
The real feeling in me,
Makes me tell the truth about everyone.
Tell them the real thought about them.
I can relief all my thought then.
Al with in that one puff,
That one puff that makes me live,
Makes me alive,
Oh I love god,
For this wonderful gift he gave me.
This gift that is worth more then my life.
Thank you god for Grass.
