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Smoke Clouds.
All my sins, regrets and debts get paid/
Through my grief and struggle, some how I still praise.
Sometimes my hour of mourning turns into mourning for days/
Then comes that one morning I wake up unchallenged n unfazed.
Cross on my neck, my head in the clouds/
Wrote a page of my regrets n I'm smoking them all now.
Turning back for me Really isnt an option/
Should have done it back then when I thought about stopping.
Or wen I had u at the mall brand new shit we were coppin/
Off of dividen of mine cuz I figured u deserved my profit.
Here I go Half rolled up/
Weed bag empty, glass all poured up.
Sores all visible, open like a folder/
I'm just tryn a close it up. I just need some Closure.
So I spark it up and cheif it, Done its over....
Head hazed, Mind dazed n to Heaven I am closer!!
Now Im above chasing/
Trapped in a maze there for I am Amazing.(#weezybar)
Feelin Strange now as Im Blowing strange clouds/
High as where a 6 4 sits n I aint coming down.
Twinkle in my eye n a smile where My heart is/
But Im stone faced, guess Im heartless.
Glad these clouds were created, got my mind all sedated/
Any Problems that I had... These Smoke Clouds Replaced it.
