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I wake up, same smoke, same room, no light,
hit the blunt, write a verse, but it don’t make it right.
Juice in my ears, every line is a war inside,
world spinning in circles, but the beat’s on my side.
Drifting through the night, thoughts fade in the haze,
see the faces from songs that once carried my days.
I’m living from moment to moment till it breaks,
every word that I write shows the scars that it takes.
No day without smoke, no beat without pain,
I trade all my feelings for rhymes in the rain.
Weed, lyrics, Juice — my life in a nutshell,
I keep falling deeper — farewell, my farewell.
The sky’s turning gray, my soul starts to hum,
every song that I play feels like where I’m from.
I fall and I fly, but I never land right,
this loop is my curse — and my saving light.
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