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Spice

( for those who don't know Spice is a fake weed,)

I was broke no money on me, five dollars is all we had,
So we bought a five sack, We rolled up,

Little did I know what would happen,
Earth spinning, wind kicking,

I slowly fell into what I i thought was death,
I tried to stand but I fell and hit my head,

For 45 long minutes I didn't know who I was,
I didn't know where I was,

I had a dream, where there was no world,
The only thing was a noise,

The most annoying noise you've ever heard,
Like fingers on a chalk board,

Finally I fell asleep,
When I woke up their was puke every where,

Let's just agree never to smoke spice again.
Written by Dimitri_Dragovich
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