Trying to breathe against the heavy
smoke clouds of weed
A life full of obstacles, people giving
up, sucking popsicles
Trying to succeed but don’t know where
to plant the seed
Digging dirt with hands and knees
All seems to no avail, just as no wind
to set sail
Spitting daggers to one another, ears closed
like whatever
Living life like I’m the master, but boy
that’s just a huge blunder
What’s with all the talk when you’re
trying to walk?
Nonetheless, simply two cents for all
you gents
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