Smoking shit high in spirit
Wisdom in the blow of a mist
One or two eyes wondering why I smoke
Among the many a few enlightened in my move
and the smoke of the day like a cloud forming
a figure of identity and a religion in the smoke
like a Rastafarian or Meyesawian music create
but unappreciated or misunderstood in the time
and wondering why I left in the crowd alone
All this because of my smoke day dream
a blow in the height and smoking breakdown
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