Just for a little bit,
I wish we could come together and sit.
Like we use to when things were so lit,
Everything made sense and I thought it was a perfect fit.
But soon I realised it was just a joke
Or things weren't clear because of the hokkah smoke.
It gave my heart a stroke
And my throat a choke.
Emotionally I was broke,
So I decided its better if we never spoke.
The thing in this modern time is we have to be a oak
And make our roots strong and the things going around us,
well keep our mouth shut and just let it soak.