Finding Comfort In Mary Jane

waking up to your better self,

And unleash all that you’ve hid.

Does it all depend on you remembering,

most of what you did?

Mary has a way of leaving thoughts,

right up out your head.

If there is anything about Mary,

you need to remember,

Mary comforts,

that’s all need to be said.

When I choose to unwind,

I want to lose my mind.

When I'm grinding on you,

You get real loose too.

I see the world in the clouds,

every time I touch you.

You have embedded joy in my heart,

that will never pull us apart.

Sometimes I cry so hard,

never having to try,

tears will form in my eyes,

even if they are dry.

I pick myself up,

feeling as tall as the sky,

and no, I'm not on a plane,

I'm just so dam high.

.

High from a single toke,

that nearly made me choke,

and had me thinking that,

I was about to have a stroke.

I had a feeling Mary Jane,

would probably be

my main thang.

Having a blunt daily,

that will never change.

Since the first toke I took,

I appear to have gotten hooked.

Mary brings that comfort

you will never overlook.

She makes me feel real good,

In the morning and at night,

And It was love for me,

I'd say at first sight.

She is a natural, you know,

it's a matter of fact.

God is the creator of this plant,

to be exact.

You are a natural,

the older guy screams,

or maybe that's what you want us to think,

it seems.

I'm no natural, and this is my first blow.

I should have figured,

you thought I smoked on the low.

Don't let it be a surprise,

that no one will see through your eyes,

the story you tell while high,

in full disguise.

When I get high,

I'd always wonder,

with my thoughts over yonder,

what it would take to experience sonder.

Maybe a slight thunder,

the light rumble before a storm,

that'll keep you humble,

unless you're not the norm.

Deep thought is where I go; reasoning makes the mind grow.

Smoking pot and being high

makes it easy to comply.

Smoking a joint,

can get me on a roll,

Yet smoking too much indica

can truly take a toll.

Soft music and a blunt,

maybe a game of witch hunt?

While chilling at home,

there is never a front.

When I smoke at home,

I'm always in my zone.

It is where I find my comfort

when I'm all alone.

Riding solo has been my way to go,

Chillin with bad energy folk,

tend to mess up the show.

When I first tried Mary, it was quite contrary,

from what I'd heard, it would be scary!

That was a false assumption, it appears,

Mary has been the highlight of my life,

for many years!

Life isn't simple,

it can throw you off guard.

However,

finding what gives you comfort,

sometimes can be a bit hard.

Relaxin in my bed,

after a very long day,

ready to roll a blunt,

anticipating a slight delay.

Comfort is what I seek,

as the night soars away,

I'm feeling somewhat weak,

but Mary is here to make my day.

When it's time to sleep,

I can't wait to go to bed,

All I can think about is Mary,

roaming through my head.

When I open that jar,

and smell that wonderful aroma,

Oh boy! you better believe,

I'll be fighting back a coma.

The taste sometimes can be a bit shy,

but overwhelming with potency; you better believe I'll still buy.

When I roll up Mary,

I'm sure to do it tapered,

I use cigar wraps,

Instead of those thin papers.

I enjoy how Mary makes me feel,

Not only does she gets me high.

She also heightens my sex appeal,

and that shit is level to the sky.

It's impressive all that she can do,

and she'll have you singing with the blues.

Bringing out the best in you; is something she can surely do.

It's not hard to believe what I say.

It's all so true that Mary makes away.

Here is where my story ends,

my comfort all insight,

I smoke Mary Jane with cigar papers,

not a dirty pipe!