Mary Jane Yogabud

My lungs don't want me to smoke
So I don't 

I vape

I inhale the subtle hints of pine and grape

The blue dream and varieties of ape

And when I vape

I feel great

But let's step back to when I was young 
And dumb

When I smoked to avoid feeling numb

When Mary was my number one 
And Jane, my number two

Bong rips after school

Grinding bowl after bowl 
Getting high 
But diggin myself into a hole

When I felt it's just a habit
But I had to have it every day
Whether I work or whether I play

Eighteen was a different scene 

But I'm a man today

No longer a kid 
No longer just chillin and listenin to Wiz

I use the same green bud
That had me choking back then 

To supplement my life

To be my aromatic friend 

The difference now is I'm mature 

I no longer want to smoke more and more and more 

I just want enough 

To spark creativity 
To see deeper into me

To move and breathe freely 

No blocks in my flow 
No voice in my head

Just me, my body

And with heavy indicas
My bed 

The tid