THC
THC
Am I free?
No…
Could I be…?
No...
But why me?
Because of THC...
You tell me it’s a drug.
You claim I’m addicted
Well I don’t give a fuck!
Because you’re the ones who did it.
Forced chemicals down my throat,
ever since I was 8 years old.
Well take note!
These lies can’t be sold,
for I am moving forward…
I smoke marijuana every single day,
2 grams that I can barely pay.
THC makes me feel connected,
To emotions I have long neglected.
When I smoke cannabis,
I feel like a human being.
Is that really the worst there is?
Would you rather see me freezing,
In the darkness of my mind…?
Am I free?
No…
Could I be…?
No...
But why me?
Because of THC...
You tell me it’s a drug.
You claim I’m addicted
Well I don’t give a fuck!
Because you’re the ones who did it.
Forced chemicals down my throat,
ever since I was 8 years old.
Well take note!
These lies can’t be sold,
for I am moving forward…
I smoke marijuana every single day,
2 grams that I can barely pay.
THC makes me feel connected,
To emotions I have long neglected.
When I smoke cannabis,
I feel like a human being.
Is that really the worst there is?
Would you rather see me freezing,
In the darkness of my mind…?
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| Willem B. Tijssen: | Dinsdag, augustus 25, 2015 18:40 |
| mooie ontboezeming over de tragiek van het leven en daar verder mee om te gaan. | |
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| Auteur: Wesley Pieterse | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 augustus 2015 | ||
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