Thank GOD for Weed

January 1, 2021

Devils weed, some say, some say no, some say agree

Their is not much to the illusions of a world sold to strings

Strung across a lattis grand, a same ol same ol, shit plan

Starting to see?

This is a message atop a atop a heart full of yearn

Did i just feel a laugh inside?

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