Higher Grounds

Why did I enjoy the feeling of being so high?
Heart bouncing like hydrolics
I was far from being hyper
Hydrated in the flesh
Not exactly what the spirit would decipher.
See I was missing out on the growth, instead, Im pacing back and forth wanting more.
highly intelligent, yet not up to par.
Looking back wishing I was above the influence, like that commercial be telling you
naw man, I was doing things I aint normally do.
And saying things I dont normally say, They call it tweeking. I call it fading away.
Fading away from the reality of things,
destroying my hopes and my dreams, and looking all back, it only seems, I did anything to be on that team.

That team had me missing classes, and failing testes
and wasting time, I didnt have. All to get a little low, all to be a lotta slow,
Why? Why didnt I resist the temptation that was steady embracing my desires? But
thoughts was racing, and I was still chasing this blunt.
But to be blunt with you, I never spent a dime.
it's funny how we find
others who are already there, and they don't care
They provide the supply and share,
because you see, to them its only weed, and they're more than happy, because you're keeping them company. That was me, the free-be.
Just to get high.

See I thought it was cool, to walk into the school-building,
blasted
blunted
Zooted
Pooted
Gampt
Nice
Thrashed
slapped
flamed
You know cuz these were our code names


It wasn't til I realized that I was tired of being high,
tired of walking by
others smelling like I just landed in Jamaica,
going on trips to the gas station looking for joint paper.
Using fabreeze and victoria secrete to hide the reaking,
coming in the dorm room tip-toeing and sneaking. Man I can believe it
grades drop, forget it.
There was no way out. I was addicted.
Or was I?


But along with that Life style came other baggage.
I was so far from God,
stuck in sin, I couldnt win, for loosing.
I was abusing, and misusing the name of the most high, instead of claiming him,
I was the one high.
I gain many friends that loved sin.
was never convicted, just did it again and again.
But me? My heart was broken once I heard what Christ has spoken, to me
I was guilty.

See God had mercy on me, he wanted my attention numberously.

I am free, yes Im free.
My savior has set me free.
No more, no more.

No more shame and guilt. I hide in the tower of refuge he has built.

Im no longer high in the flesh, but now I stand on a much higher ground.
Oh how I love that sound.

High on his love, for He is my drug.
And I will forever speak of his grace.
And now I dwell with the most high in the secret place.