Sitting here another hazy day,

Blowing that hay smoke,

Practicing the peace pipe,

All it does is make me wipe,

Getting down, bumping to a sick beat,

As I walk the street,

Looking for a fix or treat,

Like trick or treat,

Don’t know what I’m going to get,

Yet, I know what I want,

To be free of the need,

To not need the weed,

Look at those miles,

It’s definitely been a while.