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The Herb™🍃🍁🍂

“The Herb”

Hi she said
To the question posed
She misunderstood me
I supposed
Cause greetings had been exchanged
Future plans had been arranged
For meetings on higher planes
Off the herb of the finest grain
Just talks & tokes , yea
While exchanging rhymes & quotes
Ironic that both are dope
Never loved but it gives me hope
Not the woman the herb the high
At times I wonder why
Nothing makes sense without ya love
No matter how much they doubt ya love
the herb is love it’s pure
Over all of time it has endured
I paused to catch my breath
As she used up what was left
She slowly exclaimed to me
Just how much we need the tree
Said its the herb that gives this bland life it’s spice
& on that how you can you put a price
The most precious of natural resources
The outlet for most our recourses
The herb is powerful & some fear that
It can change nations but they don’t want to hear that
I had to interrupt but not in strife
But just to ask where had she been all my life
She slowly smiled & pointed up to the sky
As she softly replied , High .

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Liquid Courage 💦😏😠🍺🍻

“Liquid Courage”

Ain’t it strange , the way we change when it reigns,
It gives us power in that hour as we pour to hide the pain,
Drink wines & spirits to ironically lift our spirit high,
Pour it up til I’m numb feel like I could touch the sky,
Fly as ever no matter the weather that type of fella,
Dead fresh but so alive the paradigms i bring together,
Fuck it, I’m living proof aint no limit on proofs when in ya youth,
Sip absolute with passion fruits til my mind’s obtuse,
I’m throwed off yet turned on,
looking for the right place for the night to call home,
Cause at the moment I aspire to get caught up in desire,
As I’m drowning in this bottle it’s gasoline to the fire,
Watch the flames as they build,
& I prepare to show my skills,
On this woman wanting lust who just calls me for a thrill,
I don’t mind at all b/c she’s right in line with this hangover in things that I won’t feel,
Empty bottles, The smoking gun in the mystery of last night,
That intuition lost when I shoulda left but being inside felt so right,
My past ways reoccur in these fast pace last days,
The sunrises to Mrs. Late night Saturday,
Cause all I can remember was ‘Lisha no need for last names,
Damn , how I come to be so good at bad things,
How do I become the exact opposite of my vast dreams,
But at the same time how do I get over my bad dreams,
How do I cope in a world where nothing is what it seems,
Where everyone I trust has their own motives & elaborate schemes,
How else to cope when lacking hope,
Hell I don’t know so I contemplate while I pour some more,