Shit I Write

One day I ran outta weed.
I prayed to God,said it's all I need.
Just a hit,one toke if you will.
Gotta get hi,I'm feelin ill.
That wonderful taste,the burn in the lung.
The reminder of so many good times to come.
So as I sat and begged to the sky.
I saw something fall in the corner of my eye.
What could it be,coming down so slow.
I caught it in my hand,and wouldn't you know.
A big old blunt,of all the best weed.
It came from above,and fell just for me.

So next time you think the good Lord doesn't want you to get hi.
Just remember the super blunt he dropped,just so I could get by. ​

It was the next day.
I woke up with smiles.
I re lit the blunt.
To toke for awhile.
So getting hi,I still was.
Off this blunt that came from above.
How could it be?That as I smoked.
It got no shorter.No matter how much I toked!
Hi as fuck,never been more stoned..
I hit up RIU.Than I got on the phone!
Told all the homies,how the shit was still goin.
They said get your ass over here.
And let's do some bloin.
So as I wondered,Lord why me.
I went to the homies house.Cheery with glee.
When I arrived,they all got excited.
Cause they knew I had the best shit.
That's why they invited.
But after a few passes,as the blunt went around.
I noticed something different.
THE BLUNTS GOING DOWN!
Oh shit it is.It's at least an inch shorter.
I shouldn't have come here I thought.
I shoulda been a hoarder!
Oh why oh why Lord have you taken this gift?
Do you not like my homies?
Are they to big of pieces of shit?
But than a new feeling.
As I sat there so lit.
I noticed something else.
Something that did not quite fit.
Every homeboy,every last one.
Had a look I've never seen.
A new look of fun.
They were all so stoned,peaceful and happy.
For sure this day could never turn crappy.
It was than and there that I finally understood.
That this blunt was not meant just for me.
It was meant to share with the hood.
Cause till it's over,and you meet the man in the sky.
All you gots is your homies till the day that you die.​

There was a place called RIU.
A place to chill when there's nothin to do.
But than the place became a problem.
To much info.
To much bloggin.
Can't get away.
Could miss somethin good.
Only leave to get weed.
And say hi to the hood.
Come to see the girls.
And show off my own.
Oh shit there's a problem.
No need for a phone.
The answers are here.
If your willing to look.
Fuck man RIU.
It's just like a book.
So come one and come all.
And please tell your friends.
That the RIU homies are here till the end.​

Here I sit inside the hood.
Always chillin.
Up to no good.
Motherfuckers on the street.
Sellin rocks and dimes.
What we call fun.
The police call crime.
Ludacris said it best.
The best I ever saw.
Hustler by nature.
Criminal by law.
Motherfuckers robbin.
Takin peoples shit.
While the others work for nothin.
Tryin to stay legit.
But in the hood is always cool.
Cause I do what I want.
And you can too.​

There was this man.
From a far away land.
Wanted to save people.
This was his plan.
He was super strong.
And he could also fly.
But nothin made him as happy.
As when he was gettin hi.
He roled super blunts.
That were ten feet long.
He'd take em in five puffs.
But boy he loved his bong.
She was 8' long.
And 1' wide.
He'd load her up.
And smoke with pride.
But late at nights.
He would hear the screams.
He'd spring into action.
And fly to the scene.
For this stoner hero.
Fly sideways he might.
He fights for justice.
And all that is right.
So if you hear caughing.
Above you coming down.
You'd better not fuck up.
Or he'll put you in the ground.​

Puff the Magic Dragon,
May have lived by the sea.
But every other week,
He flew to town to visit me.
All he ever wanted,
Was the best of every smoke.
He didn't care how much it cost.
And boy he loved to toke.
It was the best when he hung out,
You would never need a lighter.
And when Puff decides it's time to blow,
I'll tell ya boy you can't get higher.
He'd take me on a midnight ride.
The clouds become my friends,
I wish that Puff would never leave.
And kick it till the end.
But he belonged to a little boy,
Who lived so far away.
And so when duty called,
Puff he'd go away.
And one day Puff stopped coming,
Bootsy shit I thought.
But years later he showed up.
And someone with him he had brought.
It was the boy,
But now a man.
They came to get hi.
From the far away land.
They had grown their own crops.
For the years he was gone.
He came back to repay me.
And smoke from his bong.
And as he lit the bowl,
that old familiar flame.
It was a moment to remember.
One that should go down in fame.
But no one will ever know,
About the ride we took that night.
Just the three of us,
Flyin high as a fuckin kite.
So when you think of Puff,
Remember him with a smile.
And as you light the lighter,
Chiefin for awhile.​

He'd strutt through the street,
As though to a beat.
Always new kicks,
Worn on his feet.
If you need a sac,
look no further.
Don't matter what it is,
his shit is superior.
He's got it all,
Even some cars.
He'll sell you his wife,
When you meet at the bar.
A piece of property,
Out in New Jersey,
A time share in Mexico,
Anywhere you want to be.
You can find this man,
Out in front of the store.
Or down on the corner,
Sellin off whores.
It doesn't matter,
Where you see em.
For he's all around,
And you just might be em.​

I started walking,
Not for fun.
But I had no car,
And the day had begun.
With my auto,
In the shop.
There was no choice,
I had to walk.
For outta smokes,
As I awoke.
Off to the store,
This shit ain't no joke.
I roll my last blunt,
Now I need wraps too.
This shit sucks,
But what do you do.
So off down the road,
I strike out on foot.
Good thing I got this blunt,
Or this trip would be kaput.
I don't make it far,
And what do I see?
One of the hoodrats,
To go walking with me.
Now there are two,
And the walk is much better.
We light up the blunt,
And smoke it together.
At the store,
Before you know it.
And still half the smoke.
In the pocket to stow it.
Another homie,
Sittin out front.
Wants to walk back,
To help with the blunt.
At the store,
I got my stuff.
Along with some ice cream,
It seemed just enough.
So I left alone,
But came back with a crew.
Re lit the blunt,
Wishin it was new.
Had a better time,
Than I ever thought I would.
Lit up a cigarette.
Dam it feels good.
When we got to my house,
The crew went there seperate ways.
And I finally sat down,
To enjoy the rest of the day.​

I say stupid shit,
Is what she says when I get high.
But in my head it sounds like Newton,
Or even old Einstein.​