Kicking The Habiit Poem by nat jones

lets get high, or lets just die
take a breather, or a hit of this ether
trying to abstain from this cocaine
hit this acid, lets get placid
smoke this weed, take this speed
let me bleed, or let me breed
so high in the sky
you never come down
yet look at his frown
so depressing
its almost stressing
hope for a blessing
hes obsessing
the habit is hard to kick
it makes you sick
its hard as a brick
gota be quick
its the trick

its the devils walking stick