I love weed, specialy when it gets me gasping, coughing up a lounge from that pasion. Grasping on the life with every hit that i take. When i'm high is the only time i feel awake. Roll it up. Bags on resurve is what i desurve. No joke i gots to smoke it calms my nurves, and if charlie was around i garente a tradgedy, from his dirt, brown weed makes heads start to hurt.Call me a high on red eyed zombi, smelling like old kanta twist a pinetree, and fuck smokey my names big inhale, and i'm known to take it down to the tail, you know what i mean. Rezy res build up on my fingernail. Clam bake inside the soundproof lotus pod cell. lettin out when i'm blessed again, so pass it back and let me get another hit big smoker.

Charlie charlie you're weed is so sorry, you must have thrown it in a dusty sufery. I just can't smoke that no more, eventhough i'm broke and i'm poor. I smell that shit in your bag i choke and run for the door. dont hurt chi charlie and homie you still my boy, just keep that blunt at your spot, and homie you still my boy. The stress i can't never handle i need to be high so stay the fuck off my block, and don't come back on my side.

Charlie Charlie you just ain't fresh anymore, be cause i like to be lifted. Your shit ground me to the floor. Don't make me deck you, charlie don't come round here with that, don't nobody wan't to hit that you bustas need to quit that. Charlie Charlie