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peep the prism that reflects from my bloodshot eyes.
the get high echoes through my mind like gunshot cries.
roll the blunt. spark the hookah… yes, rip the bong.
getting lifted via metaphysics that hit me strong.
dizzy spawning raps. in fact, hippie songs perhaps.
my mind can energize a city- ponder that.
quickly wander paths unknown – discover new life.
true summers flew by under blue skies.
mary jane carries brain waves wildly…
my buried pain heals inside of me silently.
& while she wounds my lungs, she sooths my soul.
beautiful far-from pharmaceutical mood control.
seems to me weed seemingly speaks to me
in these discrete frequencies that do frequently
reverberate round my round top repeatedly.
please believe, me, jesus, i really need some sleep.

eye the leaves of foliage falling
like the tilted halos of sinners,
as i received the holiest calling
during dark days, cold as winter.

ironically, thanks to smoke i can breathe easy,
'cause see it relieves me of the demons that cease me.
the greenery - seems to me it inspires work.
& so i fire words at the notebook like fireworks
exploding on the lined canvas - i'm giving it life,
depicted on white paper, the prism is bright.
i am but a madman that loves to loathe normality….
blazing takes place – saving days; break reality.
my tongue fancies spitting on lung candy.
got one crew, one love, one mic, one family.
one blunt. one light. fuck you, alright?
one hype motherfucker who cut through the light.
so who are you to judge me? you're acting like you're god.
it's like you think your sins have washed away, when in fact they have not.
you believe the law & reside by what it says,
but don't care to learn the truth of your very own government.

eye the leaves of foliage falling
like the tilted halos of sinners,
as i received the holiest calling
during dark days, cold as winter.