The people came round and never seemed Leave, what you gunna do when ya cant even breathe Suffocation on the mind of the seed Now I gotta go and I gotta sell this weed It never seems to pay as I never had to pray god is a lie the frequency is high I gotta keep the higher frequency on the side The dark energy makes me go down the slide I gotta stay true with the universes logic Now I'm sitting here smoking all my fucken chronic you weak ass humans dont what you have till you loose it people want to take life and abuse it The mind cant be big trap if you loose it