Pablo's Poem Interlude

I was smoking the other day And I came up with this um little poem type thing Partaking in substances to cope with my sorrow Ain't no promise I'll make it, probably won't see tomorrow I get tired of lows so I'm chasing this high And if I die and see the sky they'll say I ruined my life Um, of course it's not finished yet, um Maybe I'll smoke and I'll come up with the rest of it