fly away with the manic tree

I've just played down.
Hard day on the streets.
Selling our all through out town.

Just kicked back definatley time to lay down .
On the couch I light the j.
Light that tree up as my sobriety begins to decay.

Head tilted back eyes begin to shutter.
All the voices talking begin to mutter.
.
I feel a tingle from head to toe.
Feels as though I'm starting to float.
I close my eyes find my good place
.
I imagine that I'm flying.
Now I'm regretting the doubt I had of buying.
As I doze away further and further.
I start to fly so very high.
.
This the thing I love about weed.
Even when you have notjing .
You still feel to rich,calm and free.

Although shit can. Change.
Go shit around you.

You can ignore the stress.
Be happy the feeling is the best.

So when society attempts to brake you
Take you and relate to you.

Light up a joint.
Kick back and relax.
Walk in your dreams the stoned dirt tracks.

So weather you we're tns, shox, volleys or air max.

Don't let the mess of stress.
Slip through the crack.

I think to my self how good is my life.
Its a good day to be free.
So that's how I smoke.
And fly way with that manic tree.