fuckk this bullshitt...
taking hit after hit...
holding it all in...
the orders got me stressin...
the shitt they think they know...
all the things i don't let show...
letting it all grow...
their life's movin slow...
the truth is time flies...
weeks, months, eventually years go by...
to reach that goal they try...
but they refuse to realize...
i can no longer bite my tongue...
they're just too young...
getting pushed around is never fun...
all i wanna do is run...
tell them what to do until the cows come home...
they won't hear anyone else's words but their own...
it's like talking to stone...
they're not fully grown...
let them make their own mistakes...
try to stop them, they won't stay...
they'll get mad and run away...
maybe they'll see someday...
you can't always get what you want...
running doesn't make it stop...
and neither does the pot...
these things will always haunt...
pot's not bad don't get me wrong...
but you gotta be strong...
make sure you're cool before you hit that bong...
spinning for way too long...
they know it can happen...
but not to them...
still believing in their fellow man...
too naive to understand...
no one truely knows until they're there...
then they'll really care...
by then it's too late and now they're aware...
never will they know me...
never will they know what it's like to be free...
one day they'll see...
exactly what i mean...
dying from naive stupidity!
