Getting high...
I inhale deeply
Smoke rolling and seeping
I feel sweet numbness creeping
Forth
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Misty mountain hip hop –Kush and Gin will beat box
This High place is the furthest thing from detox
I tend to relapse and restock – entrapped by God Bud
No bitterness caused this affair, truthfully it’s all love
My religious experience from the ground & not above
Earth propels me slow like some kind-of apathetic dove
I blow down to ascend past plights plan to apprehend
The common man – seeking only a tallied win
Smiling, I float staring at the planets as they sadly spin
Though I know I’d be part of the show unfit to amply grin
The stars are bright from this precipice my home below so dim
My soul is akin to the burning galaxies – A pyre burns within…
….My mind. I am blazed and blissful to churning fallacies
Hurled by rulers of the world that now revolves around me
The new Sun. Unaware of sober fools who challenge me
As the roaring center of the universe
Spawning like A.I. with ten trillion gigahertz
My high is getting lost in my words...Coming down inferred
I take another hit…
And I’m here – the precipice of Mt. Zion
The ground is sooty and barren – ain’t a thing to get high on
Consciousness, we’ve played this game before: You king and I pawn
But sir, when I had a smoke the chessboard broke – the loss of an icon
Seen was the Knight donned, dreamed was the Night’s dawn
When we toke the gap between fantasy and reality is mended
I’m home smoking, all while seeing visions never witnessed