#stillthesame #samc #2024 #sts #imstillthesame I'm still the same old me that still rolls, Chill, got the same old vibe that still unfolds, Smoking the spliff down to the tip, feeling the grip, Puffing slow, letting every hit rip. Still rolling the same smoke from the tailor with some green, Twisting the tip tight, wrapping it clean, sparking up, wind avoiding, Making sure only the tip gets lit, so it burns correct as it begin, Yep, blow the flame, in and out like a dragin, that’s it, we did it, Now letting each puff persuade, that nothing's happening, Inhaling deep, to forget about not waking - up with - no gleam, No morning beam, no longer excited about what the day might mean. Waking up, just flowing, no more dreams to redeem, hoping the fire’s still here, hiding in between. the conversations that I'm forced into having with just me Though I’m still the same, rolling through every scene, rolling enough green to not care if the days, have lost their sheen, not care if life feels like, just a routine. not care about missing the days where having a bong wasnt such a big thing because chopping a perfect mix, and taking a cone hit is what I would be much more enjoying because I'm starting to not feel the hit. I mean, the whole point of it, is to take my mind off feeling waistfull of the moment when doing something pointless but entertaining Am I really already thinking of rolling another before I've finished this now that we're reaching an end to the spliff trying not to cough on the last little bit rolling up the pointer finger to give it a lil flick but keeping the but, leavin the evedence for the bin, so no one finds it, then gettin back in yes, to roll another twin