WEED I am a sheep that graze at home Seven leafed grass blowing my zone I have lost my sherperd Wondering the wilderness alone Smoke signal... puff and pass rotation on that kush cone Chanting gumba fire at the bond fire Thoughts are supreme Altitude of the higher power It was like 7 seconds ago The weed... The rizla... The crushing... The crooked rolled sticky... The smell...Ahhhhhh... i still remember it well 1999 when i fisrt got high Tripped on cloud nine and the heavens fell Dropped on hell My sense of knowledge swelled Right there and then everything made sense A seventh sense rose Moment of clarity as time froze Crystal perspective like i was sitting meditating on the peak of mount evereast Channeling my chakras intuition of a blind man settled in Acquinted a best friend i will ever have To whom my lows i confine in Weed... my sanctuary in a leaf WEED Credit to the ancesters for discovering this pleasure Nothing natural amount to its measure An inhencer... utter happiness prompter... a conscious evoker I declare absolute respect when that blunt is lit A holy crusade jihad Attaining self righteousness... A spiritual zing Humbleness ... spreading my mental wings Fly... Fly... Fly Reside in the sky consumption of this grass, its destination is of expectations High WEED My mind eyes vision is blurred What gives my self-consciousness credibility lies in my hand Grown from the same soil that sculptured man Its existance is devine Stood the test of time Misnomer its purpose Misunderstood its intentions They patronize it... critic it... but i still scream from the bottom of my lung LEGALIZE IT No aggression, simply tranquility and harmony emerge from its state... smiles from its face... laughter from its intake WEED I tilt my hat... to it, i pay respect If only the world could friend it, we will all be blessed. #SALUTE_WEED
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 08:57:24 +0000
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