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too late
i fill the bowl and heat it up
then i take one big puff
a big white cloud of smoke
comes rolling out
that is what it is all about
then i see that small green pill
that is when it goes down hill
i wipe it off and crush it down
put it in a spoon with heat all around
i stick it in my arm and see the blood
that is when i know i am good
i feel a rush to my head
i hope I'm not dead
then i see a bright sign
and i know its my time
then i take one big puff
a big white cloud of smoke
comes rolling out
that is what it is all about
then i see that small green pill
that is when it goes down hill
i wipe it off and crush it down
put it in a spoon with heat all around
i stick it in my arm and see the blood
that is when i know i am good
i feel a rush to my head
i hope I'm not dead
then i see a bright sign
and i know its my time
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