Confession

Since i was sixteen I feel like It's all been a big stone,

Weed got to my bones, and i can't stop, and i start feeling alone,

But at this point I don't care, I will survive, on my own,

Don't you criticize, if you dare, you're in my danger zone,

Get clean? Yeah I would but I wont , I would be good,

but as soon as I think of it I hear my inner child start's to moan,

Get a good view of my room, see them posters on the wall,

It all look's like a zoo with no animals in the nightfall,

Don't push me cause I might fall, just kush me and let's ball,

Don't fight me I'm a vandal who can't get out of his own home

My room is so messed up, poster's from jay z to Stallone,

I have no kind of conduct, my hearth's like a stone,

I ait got a blunt so, i tearing a bibles page, bet your mind's blown

Here I live just like a Flintstone, My weed is homegrown, no Selma

but's still fun

and I say goodbye with my best tone

Choose your best one!

Peace