"I WOULDN'T STOP GETTING HIGH"

The "joint" (poem) you are about to "smoke" (read) should definitely be "passed" (shared) with someone you know that may be struggling with an addiction. The drug of choice may be crack, cocaine, lean, meth, weed, sex, power or any other temporary "fix" that the world offers us to cope with the challenges of life. I would like to recommend some "dope" that can get you so "high" that (unlike the drugs in the streets) when you "smoke" it, you will never come down. When this drug gets in your "system", you will be able to "rise" above your situation and see clearly how to solve your problems. You will not fail a drug test and the best thing about this "dope" is that it will not cost you any money because the "price" has already been paid. Every "joint" (poem) that I have "rolled" (written) for y'all to "smoke" (read) has been "laced" (filled) with the word of God (the real dope) because there is nothing I could ever say or write that has the power to touch and change a person's heart. So, after trying all the remedies that the world offers us to solve our problems and we see that they didn't work, (because when we come down off that temporary high, the problem is still there) we may as well try God and follow the instructions He left for us in His word (especially The Gospels, Proverbs and Ecclesiastes). Again, Please "pass" this "joint" to someone you know that is tired of their drug addiction and wants to "smoke" some real "dope". If you were blessed and got a "buzz" after "smoking" this "joint" please send a comment to: [email protected]. I LOVE Y'ALL !

Copright 2004 Written By: Mr. Marion Obafemi, THE PO' FOLK'S POET" and Inspired By: God

I was doing so good, knock knock on wood, thought that monkey was off my back

I was doing fine, had made up my mind, but the dope devil was on my track.

He was that creeper behind me, that was tapping on my shoulder

Like the reaper that finds thee, when all your days are over.

That deceitful hook, was covered by an alluring bait

When I stopped to look, I was drowning in disgrace.

Now, when it calls me, I can't help but answer

Like hot water it scalds me, its killing me like cancer.

But, I keep going to the well, although I know it is dry

My tormented soul will burn in hell, because

"I WOULDN'T STOP GETTING HIGH"...