Take a hit.

This is for the Chase Hansens (or should I say Chase Handsome) that could potentially let everyone down.

This is for the late bloomers, hiding their shame.

For the sterile, that can only create death.

This is for the wannabe jocks, giving away their dignity for fake happiness.

Take a hit.

This is for the Sid Hackfords who can't find mercy in justice.

For the older brother who has to act hard, and the little brother following his tracks.

This is for the dream chasers that found Snorlax.

Take a hit.

This is for the homeless.

For the catholic trying to hide from God.

For the teenage driver that took a life too send a text.

This is for the addicted with families.

For the graduate working a temp job.

Take a hit.

This for the ones who try to be the change and end up the same.

For the lawyer's son who wants to be an actor.

For the highschoolers who look up to lil Wayne.

For the victims of abuse.

This is for the foreigner who found freedom and hatred.

For the single child whose dog just died.

Take a hit. You know, the bomb ace dank stuff from up north, boxhot this place fatty style.

Everyone knows that drugs fix everything. People always tell you that you'll get an "addiction". Newsflash: Addiction is fake... along with the government.

#occupywallstreet

Ghandi

I keep forgetting I'm not on the football team.
                 I keep forgetting that Butch will never come back.
I keep forgetting that Victoria's Secret will never love me.
                 I keep forgetting that I'm going to die, even with Harold Minors constant reminders.
I keep forgetting it's not acceptable to fart in public.
                 I keep forgetting foreign exchange students have feelings
I keep forgetting that i cant make love to siri.
                 I keep forgetting that dragon's aren't real.
I keep forgetting that a sword is a weapon.
                 I keep forgetting I'm not allowed to say the N word.
I keep forgetting that Officer Thurston is a real cop.
                 I keep forgetting that mahatma gandhi and muhammad ali aren't the same person
I keep forgetting that I'll never be happy if I'm always working towards happiness
                 I keep forgetting that other people don't think the same way as me.
I keep forgetting that I'll see my mom again
                 I keep forgetting how lucky I am
I keep forgetting that other people are starving
                and that communism is for reals
that other people live in the projects
                that my mom cooks me meals.
I never forget Christmas though

Ghandi Claus

To completely own ourselves is too have nothing worth living for.

this is not the last time I’ve seen the light.