just like the color of your eyes
i wont feed into your lies because theyre black just like the skies
and theyre dark just like the pain thats coursing all throught my brain
and without that mary jane i would always be in pain
from the everyday thoughts that get piled in my brain
what you thought that was dark that was weed that you bought is just bark from the tree in the downtown park
iStaaHi Reviewed by iStaaHi on . aight,this is the rhyming song thread ok, rules are simple, do not post anything at all except a rhyme continuing somehow the last persons rhyme, and if you wish to flame someone or make a recomindation or have anything to say it must rhyme, ok, RHYME i reach into my pocket and i grab my bag of weed, cuz getting high is only what i really truely need:jointsmile: Rating: 5