So I just wonder what makes the people who don't smoke all high and mighty what the fuck do they do???? I write, record, and perform music, so I get to spread my word around the world (which is amazing) but probably doesn't mean shit to making something of myself...Just because they have a job and a house and a car doesn't mean they are doing shit with their lives. What the fuck is life anyways???? Just because im trying to do something doesn't mean I am actually doing something, for all I know nobody will ever hear a word I say, and even if they do it may have no impact..So who is to judge, what qualifies you to actually be doing something with your life. Godamn sometime I wish I didn't feel so compelled to write, life would be so much easier if I didn't feel compelled to make something out of life. What is so wrong anyways with just chilling and growing a shitload of weed, most of the shit I do to try to make something out of life is probably pointless anyways. And to all of the businessmen who leech off of my life's work: you can suck my dick!!!! There the fucking roaches in society, dumb fuckers who bought their way into life and never had to sacrifice shit, or spend a day broke, or felt what its like to starve, fucking college graduate no-it-all's: but when they die they'll see the truth...No contribution to society, no balls, and all of their paper work done in their shitty little cubicle didn't mean shit. Money don't mean shit, just cause you win a million dollars doesn't mean you can't spend it in a day, I would rather be broke than waste my best years stuck in a fucking cubicle, shit!!!! Fuck those commecials and everyone who contributed to the production, they are blinded by their perfect lives and sheltered views of the world...Probably wouldn't even give a homeless man spare change, they would rather buy there name brand clothes and shitty salt and pepper shakers and ultra-soft toilet paper, (wearing another mans name on your boxers by the way is extremely gay!!!!!), see I know the truth, this world is fucking cold, and society is a game played only by the sane cause it makes them feel safe. But see in the end all of this bullshit, I don't really give a fuck cause in the end when everyone else is dead and forgotten, I will live forever vicariously through technology, so if anyone ever ask hey what did this guy do with his life??? You fucking better believe I worked my ass off, and my albums are the fucking proof of my labor. And hey if anyone wants to tell me weed makes you whatever...Good because at least Im not like the rest of them...