Out Of Weed!

GODFREY1

Active Member
One day I ran outta weed.
I prayed to God,said it's all I need.
Just a hit,one toke if you will.
Gotta get hi,I'm feelin ill.
That wonderful taste,the burn in the lung.
The reminder of so many good times to come.
So as I sat and begged to the sky.
I saw something fall in the corner of my eye.
What could it be,coming down so slow.
I caught it in my hand,and wouldn't you know.
A big old blunt,of all the best weed.
It came from above,and fell just for me.

So next time you think the good Lord doesn't want you to get hi.
Just remember the super blunt he dropped,just so I could get by.
 

Solo08

Well-Known Member
damn i came in here hopin to find someone relating to my sobriety then after i read i just got depressed because god never gave me weed lol
 

GODFREY1

Active Member
Lol. So am I. And I got a lot of white friends. And black. But mostly Chicanos. And they are ALL my niggaz.
 

GODFREY1

Active Member
It was the next day.
I woke up with smiles.
I re lit the blunt.
To toke for awhile.
So getting hi,I still was.
Off this blunt that came from above.
How could it be?That as I smoked.
It got no shorter.No matter how much I toked!
Hi as fuck,never been more stoned..
I hit up RIU.Than I got on the phone!
Told all the homies,how the shit was still goin.
They said get your ass over here.
And let's do some bloin.
So as I wondered,Lord why me.
I went to the homies house.Cheery with glee.
When I arrived,they all got excited.
Cause they knew I had the best shit.
That's why they invited.
But after a few passes,as the blunt went around.
I noticed something different.
THE BLUNTS GOING DOWN!
Oh shit it is.It's at least an inch shorter.
I shouldn't have come here I thought.
I shoulda been a hoarder!
Oh why oh why Lord have you taken this gift?
Do you not like my homies?
Are they to big of pieces of shit?
But than a new feeling.
As I sat there so lit.
I noticed something else.
Something that did not quite fit.
Every homeboy,every last one.
Had a look I've never seen.
A new look of fun.
They were all so stoned,peaceful and happy.
For sure this day could never turn crappy.
It was than and there that I finally understood.
That this blunt was not meant just for me.
It was meant to share with the hood.
Cause till it's over,and you meet the man in the sky.
All you gots is your homies till the day that you die.
 
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