One Eye Open

Had to think back on something I wrote long ago, and try to make something better. While I think I did, no guarantees.

Insta the gram, about how I need a gram, holy s**t, god damn.

What’s worse? People lining up for weed, like bullshit, tell’em to scram.

Say it’s a test, watch them flunk, on the first exam.

Social media doesn’t help, but give people anxiety, when they should’ve just studied, and planned.

I can’t say I did any better, all I did was start working, so I literally ran, you know you made it, when you rely on good ole Uncle Sam.

For a while I got to enjoy some land,

Not mine, but owned by another man,

Can’t complain, he treated me like a son, and helped raise me, like a grain of soil, from sand.

Never turn back, is what he said, I almost forgot, since I got whammed, when that fateful moment, that moment I took the hit, and got slammed.

Well it seems I’ve written my woes, and gotten myself into another jam,

After what I’ve written I feel almost uncomfortable, kinda cramped.

Too late to not post, return to sender, perhaps insufficient stamps.

If I’m going to make it through this course, I’m going to need some maps, I’ll need to watch out, clearly they’ve laid out some traps.

It’s not always my fault, if myself or others, are always some saps,

You should know when it’s time to run, time to pack,

I wouldn’t mind tripping you, just as you start to slack.

You know what they say, sleep with one eye open, because I’ll stab you right in the back, right as you lay your head to nap.