I Think That Reefer Sucks But All My Friends Suck Reefer

So you think you’re doing fine over there on cloud nine?

I wonder, does it hurt when you come crashing back to earth?

Come, hear about this bandwagon I campaign ’bout -

Unroll your blunts, pour your champagnes out -

You say life’s pressed you hard

And you inhale for a breather

And that stuff in your veins is like ether;

The smoke’s got you confounded, it’s clouded up your brain

The drugs give you hugs and make the pain wane

But it’s still there -

You’re stuck in a bog, through the fog

You can’t see it so you think it’s gone away

But you’re not saved, you’re just blinded

And when you sober up again

You’re a slave, and you’re reminded

By the throbbing of the pain

That what you thought was your saviour

Was just another set of chains…

 

So don’t fry your head - search for truth instead

Pass over the bitter herbs,

Don’t be consumed by the burning bush;

Shake off your ratchet habit

And escape the curse of Cush

See, it might make you smile

But it can’t make you happy

It might make you bright

But it turns your brain dappy

The high makes you fly

And float by the ceiling

But it doesn’t make you feel better -

It makes you unfeeling…

 

Shake off your masters, fettered mind

Poisoned and haunted by fiends;

Shake off your masters, fettered mind

Stuck in narcotic dreams!

Author's Note

Lupe Fiasco - 'Much More'...stole a line from there.