way back i'd often miss the softest kiss
of the breeze guess i'd forgotten what honest was
misplaced happiness, attached bliss
to a wish upon a spliff

now i walk through the mist hangin
between orange lamps and blue moons
and peep the distant stars blinkin back
they're really close dependin where your vision's at

lay back, listen, act then speak accordingly
in springtime i’m buzzin beezies, yeah my summer flow's scorching heat
now i wish upon the leaves of autumn trees
upon the seeds of the cherry trees to blossom free

upon the pollen each sunray and the sunset
i sensed a sensai on each lily pad of monet
heart's where my home stay, i found it in my own way
though thankful for family, their guidance and the homies

but some days i’m mindless, lonely at other times
i’ll still swallow love bugs hopin that they'll rise as butterflies
i’m otherwise too focused on my love's quotient
but i’ll always leave a simple luv ya in the postscript

picked up a pencil, sparked a dunhill
smearing ashes all over the pages as i scribble
reflections of smoke doodles rising in the air
but when i saw their impermanence i no longer cared

so i take it a day at a time stacking these rhymes in layers
to haters i stay paying no mind for my lines are unprepared
cuz when i realized i was different i stopped trying to be popular
and set my mind on sickness similar to scott summer’s ocular

blasts. i’ll be in first class even if it’s lonely at the top ever
since i started talking to myself isolations never been a reason to stop
and anyways it don’t, so why pretend i could
that’d be a moral felony like telling trees there’s no more wood

and girl you knew that wasn’t true the first time i got at you
so please don’t be mad at dude because he shouldn’t catch you
see i only take my love bugs one at a time
so i rhyme when i gotta get chicks offa my mind

i used to get confused cuz they’re all so fine
then learned that the third eye sees clearest because it’s blind
so go ahead take these lines any way you wanna
i’d rather write so i like chicks practiced in rolling up ganja

some days i’m mindless, lonely at other times
i’ll still swallow love bugs hopin that they'll rise as butterflies
i’m otherwise too focused on my love's quotient
but i’ll always leave a simple luv ya in the postscript