Yogabud

My lungs don't want me to smoke So I don't  I vape I inhale the subtle hints of pine and grape The blue dream and varieties of ape And when I vape I feel great But let's step back to when I was young  And dumb When I smoked to avoid feeling numb When Mary was my number one  And Jane, my number two Bong rips after school Grinding bowl after bowl  Getting high  But diggin myself into a hole When I felt it's just a habit But I had to have it every day Whether I work or whether I play Eighteen was a different scene  But I'm a man today No longer a kid  No longer just chillin and listenin to Wiz I use the same green bud That had me choking back then  To supplement my life To be my aromatic friend  The difference now is I'm mature  I no longer want to smoke more and more and more  I just want enough  To spark creativity  To see deeper into me To move and breathe freely  No blocks in my flow  No voice in my head Just me, my body And with heavy indicas My bed  The tid