marijuana

It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar It's my habitat, it needs to be clean, it's my car It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain It's women, it's the plight for power it's government The way your giving knowledge slow and throwing in subtle hints It's rubbing it, It's itching it, It's applying cream It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana It's emberassment, displacement, It's where I wander It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos It's game shows,cheap liquor,blunts, and bumper stickers with rainbows It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils It's the monitors, the soundman, it's the fucking mic levels It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, mommys pill, Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs It's bloods and crips, five and six, It's stick up kids, It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks It's the east coast, no it's the west coast It's public schools, it's asbestos It's mentholated, It's techno It's sleep, life, and death It's speed, coke, and meth It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath It stretches for as far as the eye can see It's in the air, in the water, it's in the meat It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, and incomplete It's on the street, every city and everywhere you go In every man it's the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties It's the health care system, it's welfare victims It's assault weapons, it's television religion, and it's false lessons It's cops, pigs with badges guns and sticks It's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit It's wondering if you get to eat It's the winter , the weather It's herpes, and it's forever It's the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong It's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom It's that need to speek long, It's my hunger for attention It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption It's prevention, It's the first solution It's loosing the retribution, it's mental pollution, and public execution It's the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards It's the part time job that governs what you can afford It's the fear, It's the fake It's clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of the snake It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denomination It's hourly wages for your professional observations It's on your face and it's in your eyes