#samc #echoesofasplifftothelip #eoasttl #2024 It's starting to feel I'm just writing the same thing, Over and over again, hoping it will change my life. Ha, well that's like believing in a superpower, When realistically, I'm caught in internal strife. The reason why I dry cry is because I Feel alive, but my passion has died inside. And because I'm not doing anything about it, I See the same day, week, month happen like a tide. That's why I thought I liked writing; it would define A new time. But when I'm writing the same line, Just with different rhymes, does this define Me losing my mind, caught in this design? Or is this the price for chasing highs, Lost in illusions as time flies by? Verse 2: But maybe seeking thrills ignites the fire, A burning need that lifts me ever higher. Yet every step I take, I lose desire, The weight of effort makes my heart perspire. I set my sights upon a distant star, But doubts and fears have left a lasting scar. Is seeking thrills the key to raise the bar, Or just a veil that keeps me where we are? Perhaps the climb is worth the pain inside, Yet still I stall, my hopes and fears collide. Am I just lost, my efforts cast aside, Or will I find the strength to turn the tide? Verse 3: turn the tide on using what I love as an excuse for not doing what society pressures me to do I should be enjoying myself with all this time on my hands, dam, thats what im gonna do im gona stop thinking about things I cant improve, even if the more I do this, the less life options I have to choose. im gona not think every puff is self abuse and think how I can use this high, as a way that I can pass the time enhance my rhymes so I rip enough bud up to get high two times lay out, two filters, on two paper, tabbaco two lines. and roll them up, one at a time. Then pack everything back up, even hide the crumbs so no one can find, out what I've done, quick, its time, to find the lighter, head down stairs and outside. as i put the first spliff to the lip, spark it up, while listning to this, ahh, bliss