The need to get rich quick is in your system. Illegal smoke exits your lungs and make shapes in the air. Your mind is so clouded but yet behind the clouds you plot on how you're going to do this. How you're gonna get away from here.. you huddle with your friends.. puff puff pass.. friendly thing to get your mind off the money you don't have right now but the bad chick you got by your side. In the back of your mind you're thinking damn is she gonna stay or find another with fat pocket? Eyes are barely open, seeing the world through a slit. You look around and the faces become blurred. Feels like you're going crazy, after all maybe you fit into that small categorized box society placed you in.