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i was 12 when i first smoked weed ever since then its been hard, ever since then ive been scarred, i couldnt live with my mum anymore the only thing i could think about was walking out, i used to sit in my room and scream and shout but no one heard me, i used to hear my mum crying, i told her i stopped everything but she knew i was lying, i couldnt stop the only thing i could rely on was the haze and thats probably why my mood constantly sways, but i dont think about that the only thing i can think about is what the devil is going to do to me when i die, he wont hesistate to cut me up and make me suffer and cry but i cant complain i deserve it for everything ive done but i dont think about that all i can do right now is bun, i dont care if its haze, amnesia or cheese if i didnt have my weed to calm me down i probably would have stabbed man in his iris with my front door keys and yeah i understand my lyrics are deep but thats only because my life has been long and steap, i should have appreciated my childhood a lot more instead of pushing my family and friends away and now when i look into the future all i see is grey, i think a lot about what my life would be like right now if i picked the brighter lane, maybe i wouldnt be in so much pain but im glad i survived and im spitting right now so i must be alive.