Heres a chapter in my life thats over,
Sitting and vegging, and constantly toking.
I thought I was happy, i really did,
But i was just another stupid, defiant kid.
Just another, one in the crowd,
Now i've got nothing to show, should i be proud?
I left all of those who meant something to me,
All because i was foolish living wild and free.

So as i sit here, killing the time, writing a rhyme,
I, muse on my conscience, the shit thats sublime.
And as i ponder on lost thoughts of the past,
when i took a few hits and got knocked on my ass,
Weekends forgotten, days in haze,
I'd wake up to bake up, spark it and blaze.

Well, the shit got rough so i looked for a way to get by,
I twisted up a spliff and got as high as the sky.
From there on in, it was occasional use,
But then the summer came fast, which lead to abuse.
It started will a little, to take off the edge,
Then became stuck broke, toking the hedge.
Now there's a pain in my heart worse than that of a knife,
Have i seriously messed up the rest of my life?