How beautiful are God’s plants?
Qween marijuana a bosom friend
Giving fading hearts “a spark in the brain”.
O let it rain, let it rain
Let her sparks mould red-cloud beneath your eyes.
While you see your soul twecking
On a burning pole.
No, you ain’t insane!
But with her, your brain
Walk before you like a missing train.
Taste the feelings,
Walk above cloud nine
Or may be cloud thirty five
While spitting on soldiers, thinking you are fortified.
Oh be re-born,
Wishing you could slay your soul on a tray
While fetching water wit a sieve
Under a stormy rain.
Oh let it burn, let it burn
Let another rap burn
As you grow horns from your comic-brain.
In your brain, her presence gives a mental sting.
No, free me! Free me!!
That’s all you will say
While feeling the presence of Joshua and klitschko fighting in your brain
For a wedding ring.
Sorry you ain’t insane
But with weed, you ain’t the same.
A.O.steph ( The Antidote Ink)