"High on a dream. Can myself in the studio to drop a track. Got the willingness to speak my truth, so there's no dispute as to my concise of my soul. Can't imagine how deep this feels. Got a blunt bigger than Marley's, a mic ready to recite, and ears willing to listen. Eyes glazed over, red as stop lights, yet ready to function. High on a dream. Dome widely split. Beat after beat, being demolished. High off the dream, grooving to the realist other poets feel, who could hate, but only relate to the rush you feel, when you feed that addiction to create? So, forgive me if I'm blunted like a muthafucka. I'm just living out my dream."
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