7 ounces of Weed
He lost his car, He burned his house, He cried in tears, After 7 ounces of Weed. From the moment of he awaken. It's too late. He lost his friends. He lived in the closet, Pain, deep in the night. Alone with himself. (What the hell is going on with him?) Down from the town. People's living around. He lost five-pounds, Only, and only 7 ounces of Weed. His name is "Free". Tall like a tree. He's legendary. For his personality! Does he really? Smoking 7 ounces of Weed? {...}
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