An attempt at rap, whilst high.

Like A Dogg
Written from the perspective of my dog, Benji:


"I like to smoke da reefer"
Because it makes me feel fine,
I fill my lungs with earth,
'cause I've got shit on my mind.

My friends will never get it,
'cause they haven't been there.
My girlfriends are too busy,
straightening their hair.
And the only ones who get me,
got their own shit to do.
I don't let the green infect me,
'cause I got nothin' to prove.

My mum thinks I'm addict,
thinks that I'm not safe.
I tell her that this shit is common,
it's all over the place.
She tells that I'm foolish,
I'm a fool unto myself.
But sometimes I must bottle shit,
and put shit on a shelf.

When kiddo's trying to break free,
and Mummy can't abide,
you need me to rescue you,
you can't fight the tide.
So don't tell me to handle shit,
then take from me what's mine.
I smoke to relieve building stress,
the real poison in my mind.