Always high off the smoke and life. Can't be sober in these times, cause like Pac "Smoke a blunt, to the craziness out. If I wasn't high probably blow my brains out." Doesn't always have to be the weed to move me, just the comfort in I'm still breathing, than the alternative, so you can understand why I'm talking about the happiness in it.
Always high off the flow, or how the pen moves. Fresh off the dome, I come fresh and potent, to the topics I spit, the beat burns through my ears, the mic becomes my confessional, no better high than spitting what you feel, or writing to take in the smoke, blow it out to feel refreshed on the high. Thank you Jesus for the plant, that burns and smells like Heaven. Man, I need to roll up."
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