kids will smell weed at birth

A little grass you floating Brain full of vomit Slumped in the sofa sipping Anxiolytics So unambitious Your future is in a fix Locked up in your room Cannabis worship No turning back Karma is bad Destroyed by lack Falling of the crag Walking backwards Narrow spirit Smoldering in steam Drowned in the lean What happened to your dreams Since you need drugs to feel Whereas gone with the wind I travel for real No turning back Karma is bad Destroyed by lack Falling of the crag I don't need a stick, to make my life a trip I don't like addicted chicks, i prefer nymphos bitches Condemned with this bullshit, you cursing all the kids They will smell weed in arms of mommy and daddy