real

whocares who likes me.

I dare you to do it to spite me

like bite me wanna taste my goodies?

get inside my hoodie?

get inside your car

but ha! my goodies in a jar.

that you’ll never reach down there on your level.

climb up the stairway to heavens yes there are several

in which you can revel. you rebel.

you dusty star get out your car but ride with me

outside with me.

side with me.

you know I’m right don’t hide from me..

I don’t take pity I’ll take a shitty

on your face

maybe a spitty so you can taste

the disgrace, the discredit..

used to think you could really get it

but don’t sweat it

cos fun is never regretted.

regret like I shouldn’t have saidit

but fuck it you already read it

and the past only exists after we die

so why lie?

cos the future don’t exist when you high

all we have is now..

which is why I wonder how

you’re eating a dead cow

it’s really..going..in your mouth..

You don’t even know what it’s about.

little teapot short and stout

teapot pour some fungi out

and send me 8 miles high

fungi, can you open up my my eye?

right there on my forehead

openin when I’m born and dead

I just gotta be born again

cos he not busy born is busy dying

and if you don’t getbusy you aint really tryin

only cryin like it’s alright, ma

its life and life only

but please. don’t try to console me

my whole me, my homies

be feelin like they know me

but I don’t even know me

they do deserve a trophy

we winnin while we sinnin

sprinklin cinnamon, like it’s the taste you can see

young shock g, follow me

like tumblr, like let me get your number

take me to the ocean, on the beach lets get sunburnt

let’s get some burnt

to the ground, when nobody’s around

only then can I spit these precious sounds

wavves of noise traveling like live mounds

growling when I’m angry feelin something like a hound

on the roads, displaced, scared you’ll find me in the pound

or a prison cell, where I hope to never dwell

but I’m burnin down mcdonalds if plastic fries they still sell

burnin down what makes this world a hell

expect a bad smell

but not when I’m rollin this l

for I will never tire of smoking ganj that smells fire

begging mother nature, take me higher..