Free Base
One hit your in the zone the next hit you start to fly the fourth hit you forget
your home...Man this stuff is the bomb, free basing and I did not even have to
jump off a cliff to get a rush...man I feel like I'm in the ozone. Sure I can
quit, what you mean the base got me hook? Man I'm just free basing to ride
away all the things that have been done to me all my life...I'm no junky! I just
like to get high! Now watch out...let me see if I can fly.
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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