Growing

Day turns to night a new year starts

We all make a resolution puffing on a cigar

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

It's bazaar how this world works and how we're designed

 

I started spitting at the age of thirteen unsigned

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

But soon i realised where the problem lied

 

So i turned to straight bud which i was prone to provide

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

I held pride through my work, bagging draws with a smirk

As i wrapped a fat zoot commenting on my handiwork

 

We'd cotch listening to Damian Marley

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Conversations about tsunami's and current affairs

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

In itself it brought wealth through crime and tough living

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze