• Take a hit of this...
    quality stuff right here
    Inhale. Let it burn without fear
    and when its finished, pass it down to a friend
    This right heres a vicious cycle that will never end.

    Take a hit of-
    This is where life begins
    A natural passion, magnetic attraction
    touch the positive with the negative end
    and spark a fire as old as the history of man-
    kind of like the very love that made me who i am
    and i can happen anywhere
    i the backseat of vans
    between passionate juviniles
    or following wedding vows
    it can make people do crazy things
    but when its done right, its beautiful
    you can ride upon its wings.

    Take a hit of this right here-
    he said this right here is what sets him free
    that his soul cries like violin strings
    that Music is the only God he needs to believe
    to get to headphone heaven is all that he needs
    his heartbeat is the sound of tymphonies
    that thoughts in his mind, they sound like symphonies
    his life, a masterpiece composition
    that'll force any listerners ears into submission
    but like most great artists, his tragic end was filled with woes
    a 3 letter disease and now his life is de-composed.

    Take a hit of-
    this time i think ive gone crazy
    i think ive had one too many hits maybe
    twisters tore through my sandcastles in the sky
    the clouds got sad so they started to cry
    i stopped growing,
    i started to die
    jumped off the walt whitman cuz i thought i could fly
    im shooting stars,
    just through some diamonds in the peace
    yes, im out of control to say the least
    with two feet planted firmly on the ceiling
    i know nothing on mars compares to this feeling
    i dont sleep, but monsters in my dreams show no mercy
    so my relentless nightmares crept into reality
    as for the flutter in my chest,
    i cant tell if its angels or demons
    they grow larger, stretching my skin, exposing the legions
    and to my horror they burst forth, a little bit of both
    feathered wngs and a fluster of dark smoke.

    Take a Hit, Hit, Hit-
    Hits from daddy crash land on her face
    violent shouts from his alchoholic rage
    fear grips her, and so does he
    an hour and a half later, in her room, she weeps
    gazing out the window, door locked, music low
    from behind project buildings the moon rises alone
    like her.
    and katrina couldnt match the water that fell from her eyes
    the tears that came along with the lies
    that told her she deserved this, and this was her life
    that she could never escape
    and that she shouldnt even try
    a month later, she comes to school left arm in a sling
    best friend calls the cops trying to do the right thing
    the question the hurting daughter with suspicion in the air
    but all the poor girl could say was that she fell down the stairs.

    Take a Hit of this-
    He hit the ground, the lead had hit his chest
    his eyes were wide with fear
    he was gasping for breath
    blood trapped in concrete traps
    he died that night on corner store steps
    is this what he had left his homecountry for?
    and all this time he thought he was escaping war
    gorilla warfare gangviolence
    killing field street corners seem to turn dead silent
    on nights like these.
    he was burried in his native land
    maybe now he'll find peace
    holding angel's hands.

    Take a hit of this
    quality stuff right here
    quick! before its burned out
    inhale without fear
    and when its finished, pass it down to a friend
    this right heres a vicious cycle that will never end
    this is, this is LIFE.
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