[Sphinx01]

Golden trees and Beatboxin Weed


Perhaps it was the Cannibas or maybe just life
or maybe the pain killers, or perhaps just 2 many rhymes
or possibly it was the hallucinagens that seem to ooz from my mind/
Or it could have been the fact that I just woke up with food on mind
Starving with nothing to find/ Nothing to find, mean nothing upon which
I can feed/ Can't breath...is it just the rhythm of the weed/ A freestyle of Bliss that emanates from the seeds/ So I can't help but rhyme with it so listen my children please/ Listen to my please/ Inhale the message
and freeze/ Vibrate to poetry / Live and grow up to be trees/ so I can roll u one day, and you interwine with my inner being

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