My lungs don't want me to smoke So I don't 

I vape

I inhale the subtle hints of pine and grape

The blue dream and varieties of ape

And when I vape

I feel great

But let's step back to when I was young  And dumb

When I smoked to avoid feeling numb

When Mary was my number one  And Jane, my number two

Bong rips after school

Grinding bowl after bowl  Getting high  But diggin myself into a hole

When I felt it's just a habit But I had to have it every day Whether I work or whether I play

Eighteen was a different scene 

But I'm a man today

No longer a kid  No longer just chillin and listenin to Wiz

I use the same green bud That had me choking back then 

To supplement my life

To be my aromatic friend 

The difference now is I'm mature 

I no longer want to smoke more and more and more 

I just want enough 

To spark creativity  To see deeper into me

To move and breathe freely 

No blocks in my flow  No voice in my head

Just me, my body

And with heavy indicas My bed 

The tid