This is different than the little green leaf
That I regularly smoke during the week
I hope you know what I’m talking about
But maybe your innocence has washed you out
For luckily, you’ve never experimented like this
With drugs that are so cruel, they give you bliss
This time, it’s not ignorance that fuels a result
It’s simply stimulants that put you at fault
I’m intoxicated as I write this right now
I can’t tell a lie, see the sweat on my brow
It brings out the best
It brings out the worst
It’s just a drunken poem
Go home and quench your thirst