Verse 1
I’ve been try’na quit for two years I’m still in a mess/
‘coz getting high on weed is my method of dealing with stress/
it’s a vicious cycle and there’s no way that I’m stopping/
but every time I smoke I knock another nail in my coffin/
and if I’m not getting high I’m frequently chain smoking/
for the nicotine I might as well be cutting my veins open/
my brains broken I’m crazy like Beethoven/
life’s full of stress and its killing my high/
it’s seemed to have gone by at the blink of an eye/
London is like a labyrinth fragments of my brain/
have been destroyed by drinking absinthe I love smoking weed/
all it takes is one drag and I become a scum bag/
life’s becoming more tragic I’m a draw addict/
and soon they’ll be nothing left in this planet thats organic/
so I wreak pure havoc try to cause panic/
my words seem hard for you all to swallow like horseradish/
I don’t wanna end up like one of these has-beens/
who used to rip up venues and rap with a tag team/
sometimes this place can seem like a bad dream/
full of skag fiends, drunk mother fuckers and drag queens/
when I walk across the street police can tell I’m lean/
you see it in my eyes and you can smell the green/
but try to take it from my belt you’ll need the stealth of a delta team/
but the filth ain’t ever gonna help my helter-skelter self esteem/
I’m try’na figure out why the hell you want me locked inside a cell/
you’ve been try’na kill me but I’m still alive and well/
I’m sick of my occupation all we do is buy and sell/
I do it for the money I don’t give a fuck about my clientele/
their actions are beyond all rhyme and reason/
when I serve them at the tills they always give me the silent treatment/
they must find it pleasing I’m sick of working for the richest men/
on the planet I used to be grateful but now I’m sick of them/
on Wednesdays I work for six till ten/
that’s why I haven’t heard Downlow mix and blend on Itch FM/
fuck the haters I’ma ride to the bitter end/
until I’ve got a name on both sides of the River Thames/
my attitude is slowly improving/
but when I think about the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing/
I start to clench my fist I’m Marks and Spencer’s bitch/
most of the clientele who shop here are pretentious pricks/
now I don’t believe I’ll ever make it overseas/
or quit smoking weed ‘coz it helps me go to sleep/
abusing the ganja gives me delusions of grandeur/
I’m usually a wanker but using it reduces my anger/
I’m so stressed out my head feels like it’s piping hot/
when I wake up in the morning I start to smoke from nine o’ clock/
but without it I’m like a bull in a china shop/
I tried to stop but every time I’m sober I get writers block/

Chorus
I love my friends and family but they’re never around/
I love getting high but it’s getting me down/
life’s full of stress I’ve got my head in the clouds/
I’ve pent up all this rage and now I’m letting it out/
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Verse 2
Is my soul heavenly bound or will it never be found?/
out here it’s worth less than seventy pounds/
chemical clowns circulate like a merry-go-round/
all across the town soon they’ll be sent to the burial ground/
it’s just a way of living but this shit can ruin lives/
some friends were sent to prison one committed suicide/
dropping acid and mind-sickening pills/
has reduced their brain capacity and listening skills/
I used to bop to Talib Kweli Chuck and Flava Flav/
that’s when I got into rap and then I started blazing J’s/
some people started cutting heads like razor blades/
others started selling drugs and never changed their ways/
I treat my album like some kind of grand design/
my obsession with perfection made the project drag behind/
I wish that I could turn back the hands of time/
‘coz when I was young I thought that smoking weed would help expand my mind/
it seems like I’ve become my very worst enemy/
will I make a difference in the 21st century?/
it’s now or never I get through life with luck and trial and error/
searching for a salary in the city of cloudy weather/
my rate of drug abusing is unusual/
it’s strange what they can do to you confusing when they’re new to you/
soon you’ll be unable to do the things you used to do/
but you can do what the fuck you like the only human that can choose is you/

Chorus