"It's Addictive'

It's funny to think that my smile is contagious but no one can see it but me, so when I look at myself I infect myself with my own identity. The sun hasn't shone in Memphis all week and I've just got back here this week, I'm not implying anything but that maybe it's me. I noticed old people laugh at the most crazy things, things that aren't even funny. I wish I could do that and people wouldn't think I was crazy. But for that to be so, I would have to shove some weed in my back pocket let it hang out so people could see why I was acting so jolly. I don't understand why smoking and stuff is so acceptable but just laughing cause you can isn't. But if i melt a substance down and inject it into my veins I'd the the cool kid, insane. At least while I was still acting sane, cause soon as I started feeling myself folks would begin turning and running for the left. Gone. then at the end I'm left with this addiction, cause is a little hard to quit it once started. To me fitting in is to lose yourself in a riot crowd of killers among the prey. I'd rather water the weeds in my front lawn than pull some up and smoke'em. I'd rather cry or die for the junkie than to be amongst him. I'd rather shoot Santa and burn down the forest his reindeer live in than take any pass from you.

Crack Kills and Weed is Wack
ENGLAND!!