So, I used to be getting high every day, smoking a little roach, having me a good little day.
You know what I'm saying?
And then, I started to feel very guilty, because I wasn't doing the work.
So, I would equate getting high with feeling guilty.
Guilty, and every time I got high, I felt an immense amount of guilt, and I could not enjoy the high anymore.
Right?
I could not enjoy it.
I started feeling paranoid.
I would call my family every time I got high.
I still probably do, just because I just feel * emotional.
I'd just be like, hey, sis, hey, ma, all on the road and *.
And then, so I just stopped completely, because I didn't want to feel guilty about it.
And then, one day, I was in California with Swabney, having some good little weed.
Interesting.
No, having a * edible mixed with some * weed.
Went outside, back y'all.
Kristen, I'm growing a garden and *.
You know, I'm like, nice little back y'all, just sitting down, chilling, smoking.
And just started working on *.
Just working on *.
Because of weed allowed me to see that I wasn't working on *.
It allowed me to face that lazy demon inside of me.
I was like, you ain't doing nothing.
You like, really chill.
And you wrong for that.
You laying on that gift, huh?
You don't regret that *.
Being lazy, huh?
You ain't doing *.
And I was like, I'm not.
And I feel so, I need to do something.
That's what it does to me.
It's just half the time, I like to not do nothing.
I really don't want to get high.
Because you remind me that I have to do something.
I have to do something.