My friend gave me a couple of hash brownies,
Those make me stand up all night,
Like that Guard on a night long shift.
I tried to sleep in cold….
I started feeling being frozen
I tried to warm my room by lighting up,
It all felt like room and I was burning up.
I took a shower in my cubicle bath,
Felt like being killed by tsunami’s wrath
I started playing jazz to loosen up,
The speakers boomin’ with crazy hip hop!
I tried the album that said best ever music from the country,
But felt like poisoned by some metal that was too heavy.
Took my cell phone and called my bitch,
The phone was taken by my buddy Mitch.
I switched on the late night movies in black’n White
They all were colorful than the best Technicolor shit.
Looked for some beer in my Samsung,
Licked up all the red hot chili ketchup thing.
Searched for my choppers keys…
Then I remembered I never had any choppers or keys.
I slept with my eyes open
I kept my eyes open in my dream
The morning I knocked at the brownie buddy.
Asked him if he had more of that smoky shit.
To feel like I was dead or alive, both!