I feel it again burning deep from within Feel it creep down my skin to the ink in this pen On this paper a flavor of favor to read A few players relate like the Savior you need You were made to be seen and I hate that it seems That I waste all my genes by just chasing these dreams So I wait while I wean myself off of this green And I mean to now quit but I can’t so it seems And I hate to admit that I can’t do this shit That I cannot just quit, I’m addicted to it All I need is a fix of my favorite mix And my favorite blend of some smoking again But one day I am sure God will send me a cure And I’ll re-become pure and no more follow lures And I’ll stay that way until the day that I die As I realize there’s more to this life than a high