Quick free-thought piece I wrote last week.
i'm dead broke but still living the life
some tread hope but the line ain't that tight
instead of dope i get high off the sight
of dough stacks, but it hasn't risen right
at least i got the yeast to add to the batter
to make peace with the belief i'm without the latter
never cease the drama it just allieviates escape
til the police bring the colors, blue lights & yellow tape
i need trees to blaze to get away from the beef
in a sea of haze & kush while i scorch this looseleaf
it never stays, it's quite brief, my mindstate or release
guess better days are beliefs of a permanent retreat
go back to the roots & just think .. today,
what if I could just .. just blink myself away.
& on that note, I'm feeling much better.
Pce.
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