My Lord, let me smoke and exhale the ills of this shell? Let me stop rehearsing these verses, let the beat drop. Roll up all the drama, break apart the bullshit, find some clarity in knowing that no matter what, all I need is a blunt. Seems so crazy, to hold it in, so let me exhale? Burn up the day, cause it's just a stepping stool, towards reaching for another day. Never feel depressed, while I roll up, or write tracks like a journal. My only wish at the end of the day, is exhale. So, please can I?
©gazeldeas
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