"Who's Got The Herb?"
I'm writting this for Jasper. Because I have realized, maybe it is nice to know what's going on in the lives of others.
So. I made the JV Softball team at my school. It's so odd, because I've come to realize, that I'm more shy than I thought. I blame the fact that school and the people who attend my school, make me uncomfortable. I can't be relaxed there.
I have also come to realize, that things bother me more now. For example, this one girl in my Nursing class. She's a little too sensitive for my liking. I blame the parents.
I noticed that my chances of getting in to colleges are far, and that the price is keeping me at bay from choosing. I only say that because I know that my parents can't afford to send me to college. I also believe that maybe I want to be a doctor. I believe that would be a very rewarding profession. But, ufortunetly, the money thing comes, and pushes me away. My mom says I should attend a co-ed school for sure, because "that's part of the fun of going to college, the flirting." I'm not really like that. Atleast, not right now. But hey, times change.
Running for office makes me nervous. But I believe that's natural.
The more I think about my furture, the more fear I have. It feels like, the closer I get to growing up, the more likely I'll be dying soon. I don't know what it is... It almost feels like a promonition. Is that the right word?
This fear is probably natural, and I bet almost everyone has it. But thinking of it, makes me want to keep my future form happening, like maybe I'm not ment to live for years and years. I'll wait and see.
My intelligence seems to be decreasing. I really don't know what it is. I feel so alone. I blame the weather.
::sigh::
Now that I've typed this, I realize, that I didn't write this for Jasper, but for myself. I did it to reflect. This is a good reflection.
Music anyone?
311, I know you wanted some.
"Who's Got The Herb?"
Who's Got the Herb
2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces
Quarter pounds, LB's and kilos
What are we looking for
Sinsemilla
What are we hoping for
What are we hoping for
Sinsemilla
Who's got the herb is what the young boys ask me
Who's got the herb and then elders tell me
Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me
Whos' got the herb not thee dread-locks
Skunk, bud, indica
Sativa, my reefer, la arriba
Skunk, bud, indica
Sativa, my reefer, la arriba
When we roll a big one
it feels so right
When we smoke it in our bong
it feels so nice
Whos' got the herb is what the young boys ask me
Who's got the herb and then the elders tell me
Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me
Who's get the herb not thee dread-locks
Who's got the herb
Who's got the herb
Who's got the herb
Who's got the herb What I'm talkin' 'bout
Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca
From a coppa yes I'm tellin' you
Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca
From a coppa
What are we looking for
Sinsemilla
What are we hoping for
Sinsemilla
Here we go!
Skunk, bud, indica
Sativa, my reefer, my reefer
Who's got it Who's got the herb
Who's got it Who's got the herb
311 whoa Who's got the herb
311's got the herb and you can't avoid that
and ya do want your hands with a fat blunt sack
chill with indica and guiness, steer clear of white powder
kick it you sing it in a space, go out to play it louder
Plague my brain with no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
Roll up the bones if you can affix a word to smoke it
except for you're doomed in the morning if you bake the hills
Oh and I get up to the sun and then I smoke out
It's begining to smell like Mota and I'm down with no doubt, sing
Plague my brain with no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
If you want to harm the
world then you can stop the
herb and you can use the
serve and use the warrant.
So. I made the JV Softball team at my school. It's so odd, because I've come to realize, that I'm more shy than I thought. I blame the fact that school and the people who attend my school, make me uncomfortable. I can't be relaxed there.
I have also come to realize, that things bother me more now. For example, this one girl in my Nursing class. She's a little too sensitive for my liking. I blame the parents.
I noticed that my chances of getting in to colleges are far, and that the price is keeping me at bay from choosing. I only say that because I know that my parents can't afford to send me to college. I also believe that maybe I want to be a doctor. I believe that would be a very rewarding profession. But, ufortunetly, the money thing comes, and pushes me away. My mom says I should attend a co-ed school for sure, because "that's part of the fun of going to college, the flirting." I'm not really like that. Atleast, not right now. But hey, times change.
Running for office makes me nervous. But I believe that's natural.
The more I think about my furture, the more fear I have. It feels like, the closer I get to growing up, the more likely I'll be dying soon. I don't know what it is... It almost feels like a promonition. Is that the right word?
This fear is probably natural, and I bet almost everyone has it. But thinking of it, makes me want to keep my future form happening, like maybe I'm not ment to live for years and years. I'll wait and see.
My intelligence seems to be decreasing. I really don't know what it is. I feel so alone. I blame the weather.
::sigh::
Now that I've typed this, I realize, that I didn't write this for Jasper, but for myself. I did it to reflect. This is a good reflection.
Music anyone?
311, I know you wanted some.
"Who's Got The Herb?"
Who's Got the Herb
2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces
Quarter pounds, LB's and kilos
What are we looking for
Sinsemilla
What are we hoping for
What are we hoping for
Sinsemilla
Who's got the herb is what the young boys ask me
Who's got the herb and then elders tell me
Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me
Whos' got the herb not thee dread-locks
Skunk, bud, indica
Sativa, my reefer, la arriba
Skunk, bud, indica
Sativa, my reefer, la arriba
When we roll a big one
it feels so right
When we smoke it in our bong
it feels so nice
Whos' got the herb is what the young boys ask me
Who's got the herb and then the elders tell me
Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me
Who's get the herb not thee dread-locks
Who's got the herb
Who's got the herb
Who's got the herb
Who's got the herb What I'm talkin' 'bout
Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca
From a coppa yes I'm tellin' you
Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca
From a coppa
What are we looking for
Sinsemilla
What are we hoping for
Sinsemilla
Here we go!
Skunk, bud, indica
Sativa, my reefer, my reefer
Who's got it Who's got the herb
Who's got it Who's got the herb
311 whoa Who's got the herb
311's got the herb and you can't avoid that
and ya do want your hands with a fat blunt sack
chill with indica and guiness, steer clear of white powder
kick it you sing it in a space, go out to play it louder
Plague my brain with no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
Roll up the bones if you can affix a word to smoke it
except for you're doomed in the morning if you bake the hills
Oh and I get up to the sun and then I smoke out
It's begining to smell like Mota and I'm down with no doubt, sing
Plague my brain with no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
If you want to harm the
world then you can stop the
herb and you can use the
serve and use the warrant.