Burning,
Yearing,
Earning,
Learning.
Stewing,
Brewing,
Newing,
Suing.
The time is coming to be a new'in,
For it's time to re-up in.
I gotz 2-b gettin' me a blunt'in,
B4 I gotz 2-b go'in.
My lines are like time,
Never ending span of shine.
B/c I gotz 2 burn dat shit,
Higher and higher b4 I kill dat shit.
So listen up friends 'n' listen good,
My shit be stewing up a blunt that's good.
So roll 'em up and spark 'em down,
Then maybe sing and dance like a clown.
B/c I'm singing bro, like a damn fool,
I'm dancing yo, like a real tool.
But it don't really matta now does it,
B/c I'm stoned as hell soooo FUCK IT!
- keep it real, ya hearrrddd??
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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2 comments:
Awesome poem did you write that your self?
thanks man, yeah i was just burnin' a phatty and decided to post some shit off tha top of mi dome.
glad you liked it, check back for more orginal pot poems
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