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A sarcasm on today's world and the remedy WEED

Submitted: August 24, 2012

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Submitted: August 24, 2012




Come Buddies

Lets smoke the weed out of hell
Earth is not a place to live and be well

Here dey stab you more than they love you
Your fraternity now also avoid you

I tried to make them like i feel
But they tried me To to kill

I tried to b cool
They took me as a fool

I said are the only one
They said you are random

Till they think they need you
Untill then they feed you

When you try pull it out of you
They are always there to critisize you

Now when I thought of leaving all I did
I found a pal n they call it weed

It gives u affection u always wanted
And ask to depart  things you never needed

They all are just traitors in form of sage
And I felt flat on the floor with my face

They never gave me a danger ring
Then i bumped in and start to sing

They call themselves wise
But never wanted me to rise

When I wanted to be in their range
They all saw with a vision of strange

Now theonly thing I need
Is to stand on my feet
With the handfull of weed

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