nicolas thomas - marijuana

you make me so high <br />i could almost touch the sky <br />i love this green stuff <br />that makes you forget <br />it makes you see from a new eye <br />like the french say: <br />'voire la vie en bleu' or 'rose' (who cares?) <br />when you go high <br />you don't care if you die <br />leaving this world of misery <br />you won't feel regret <br />'cause this lovely green poison <br />kills your brain as slowly as a scorpions kill <br />making you forget the consequences <br />who knows what's after death <br />(the bible or over bull shit lie) <br />all you guys who believe that bulshit <br />well your ignoriant <br />the guy who wrote it was to high <br />that he started writing bull shit... <br />... <br />is there montains of pot, coquain, ...? <br />or just a new shity life? <br />well that's tomorrow <br />today i'm going high <br />nothing can bring me back down <br />all the laws of gravaty will be proved wrong <br />and it only takes no more than some marijuana <br />even if ti's relaxing <br />it'll still kill you <br />but life kills to <br />so why stay alive but also why die? <br />high or alive <br />live: it could get better <br />but you'll suffer alot (working) <br />smoke makes you forget <br />but you'll regret while dieing <br />also if life doesn't get better you'll kill yourself <br />saying: 'why didn't i do it with marijuana' <br />but some times you'll say: <br />'i'm lucky to be alive <br />it's mostly suicide that wins on you <br />i can't shews for you <br />'cause i'm still thinking <br /> <br />good luck<br /><br />nicolas thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marijuana-11/