Not Your Average Weed Song.
Not Your Average Weed Song
The hand blown glass craftsmanship glistened under
...the midnight back drop
eyes were a twinkling on that rocket ship destined for
..a.post meal snack shop
a primitive dance w/ fire to a modern twist betwixt
...giggles & low hanging mist
amidst flavored tobacco leaf wrappers well favored by
...any street rapper to exist
pungent pockets reek as funyun coated fingers fondle
...the purple package deep
some just knock it & think, it's no fun get'n loaded
...neva know'n we call'n em geeks,
but I indulge deep, leaving a dull world for the lucid
...& vibrant one reached,
thru the ritual dance of fire & glass, alas manipulation
...of flames preached,
An honest way to cure a nation as pain creeps
...taking donation from paying creeps,
Gently positioned delivery systems engage in mechanical
...rage and sustain heat,
Puritanical waves made by the media's slaves wage
... the tyrannical fangs of war,
deep in Vampire lore explored in smoke filled tombs
...where futon politics roar
& embers leap brilliantly forth from the fiery carcass
...of the darkest purple on deck,
except where vaporized the sweet vapors rise
...until eye lids wreck,
hypnotized by the swift rings blown up in smoke
...by the got green,
coalition of dope, offering nice dreams
...through ripe greens,
cropped from the right seeds & sold despite
...the right means,
A symphony of sinful deeds
...my symptoms seem,
simply green, can I be hated for such simple things?
...so I script & scheme,
never kick and scream but I bowl fresh greens
...like soup & sell it bars,
if you know what I mean? so I Dank my lucky stars
...& spank my monkey bar,
while I wait in this fucken car, for the Jakes of Babylon
...to ramble on like Rambo gone,
rasta'mon, 'one-shot, blood-clot' , ambushed by the
...system that won't stop,
,oppressing, so I press glocks & smith weapons
...like Smith & Wesson,
to teach lessons & kill tensions over personal beef
..& I chief to achieve,
inner peace and relive the naive notions conceived
...in the oceanic depths
of idiocy, a stupendous stupidity in proximity
...of political reach,
analytical peeks into the healing properties we seek
...speaks volumes but sink,
into obscurity, linked to but a few who think
...outside the box,
& walk off the beaten path worn by the cowardly flock
...who raise alarms,
instead of raising arms, like a razor'd harm
...I'm cutting deep,
into your cheap suits with peek levels & tight groups
...my mic roots into mind fruit,
seeding your thoughts with lines duped
...through the nectar,
of elegant flows, something like talented hoes
...I'm known to blow
multiple O's, and prone to combustible shows
...untouchable,
like fucking with pro's, you better suit up before
...you shoot up,
random assholes, cuz that gun play could be
...your last hoe,
I play words like lame nerds on game shows
...& blaze herbs,
like wild fires where trees grow, amigo
...I'm sick w/ the lingo,
and old school like buying hiphop cass-singles
...I blow through,
on tumble weeds mad buzzing like bumble bees
...I roll through more buds,
than a florist in love with his other green thumb
...swapping roses,
every day of the week, I'm talking a taste so sweet
...w/ full body flavor,
it ain't cheap but then again it ain't chief
...unless you savor the leaf,
so as a favor I keep burning the finest can be
...as I cruise through,
the streets in search of a joint serving up
...something to eat,
while blood shot slits navigate the sunset strip
...by the moonlit beams,
that bounced bright off the glass pipe
..and dueled,
with the lighter as smoke bellowed out
... in the cold night,
the occupants mellowed out, but when in doubt
...& you find yourself
...............................................roaming about,
More than likely you're just high w/ the munchies
kind of like me when I wrote the lines above these
then passed out...
*replied to 5 OM's this morning, and will reply to many more...
