2to Get High
i search for a passion
lie's with in
for money
i'm scratching
irrated skin
selling all my belongings
and working for fun
to get high
i stole
be jailed
by the law
to get high
loss all respect for
my self and others
to get high
i breathe in and out
til the pain
went in and out
to get high
call all my buddys see
who got half on this bag
to get high i look
for god after all the
roads i tried.
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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