THC

Sitting in a box

My mind goes over

Satan starts to knock

And my thoughts take over.

The battle within

Is like Constant conversation

Between good and evil

Trying to avoid the collaboration.

Feeling outer space

I'm lost with in me

Going slow motion as my thoughts read envy.

I didn't understand much of what people said

Because I was too busy smoking this reefer instead.

The magic smoke has my soul calm

But keeps my mind lost with over sweaty palms.

Stuck in a trance, can't wait till it's over

Should have never done it but i cant stand to be sober.

Lost in an image and lost in direction,

My thoughts fill with things that I can't even mention.

As soon as I sober i begin to wake up.

Clear the blurry vision I'm on a life's fucking mission

I thought I was blessed till I made my decision.

But still undecided

My options are constantly divided.

Living life easy with minimum wage

Soon enough I'll end up on the front fucking page.

"Man gone psycho" with unlimited rage

This could be a dream

Or This could be my fate.

Minds never been right since the 3rd grade

I keep on writing because I have an infinite page.

Things I've written should have never been exposed

Should have been kept then finally disposed.

This esoteric agenda is what I grew into

Wasn't born catholic but should have been a Hindu

Sharp like a Ginsu but what can I say

I learn something new like every single day.

Soul is calmer now so every night I pray

But I don't understand to who yet

God or the green men.

Sin is inevitable and life is incredible,

Not the one I'm living but the one I envision.

Sinister minds control the whole fucking world

Controlling the masses with 3D glasses

The end is near we have free fucking passes

But will I just watch or get caught up in the action.