When I was 16 i picked up a leaf
My dad passed and passed on his grief
Few months passed, I was "in control"
Then 2 years later smoke filled my soul
It took me 2 whole years to realize
My dad passed and passed on his grief
Few months passed, I was "in control"
Then 2 years later smoke filled my soul
It took me 2 whole years to realize
That when the leaf dies
it plants a seed in your mind
And how the time flies
is all you really find
it plants a seed in your mind
And how the time flies
is all you really find
If peace were money I was in debt
And the green was the expense
Self-abandonment was the game
And i was playing offense
Faith down to a mustard seed
inhaling my wants, exhaling my needs
Trading my mind for a quick relief
Trading my mind for a quick relief
How could a leaf be such a thief
Memory shot and i held the gun
I forgot this is supposed to be fun
In these thoughts I began to drown
I reached the bottom of the pit then i put the leaf down
It was a leaf that carried much weight
Crossover self love to self hate
But as it fell I began to breathe
Inhale, exhale, believe
Memory shot and i held the gun
I forgot this is supposed to be fun
In these thoughts I began to drown
I reached the bottom of the pit then i put the leaf down
It was a leaf that carried much weight
Crossover self love to self hate
But as it fell I began to breathe
Inhale, exhale, believe
I wrote this poem as a reflection of a season of self medication. I wasn't thinking of my future, I just made choices that I thought would help alleviate my present circumstances. I encourage anyone who struggles with self-medication to think about why you started smoking in the first place and deal with the real issues at hand.
James 1: 14-15 Temptation comes from our own desires, which entice us and drag us away. 15These desires give birth to sinful actions. And when sin is allowed to grow, it gives birth to death.
