The Chronic

Living a little thinking I have little to live for

I-am screaming out sunshine, leaving its rays outside my door

I-feel nothing can harm me if nothing is real

So-I puff on a joint and let my thoughts be concealed

Won’t-let reality hurt me, won’t bathe in truth

So-I puff smoke and pass-out!, while sipping on some juice

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Author: festivalking

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