step one: just smoke
the next one: the same shit, let’s go
cuz step three is where i usually be
see blazin don't affect who i am: an emcee

yeah i change my state of mind
but that don't mean i don't stay on my grind that’s why
i tell em to quit wastin my time
and how is by stayin high till the day i die

rest in peace pac send my love up to the sky
with lucy kaleidoscoped diamonds in my eyes
know that i impress so i never stress
wasn't ever second guessed ever since i've known to piss

no bullshittin, got an old soul in this fresh face
told the doctor: fo sho got the best case of
inspired when high so prescribe the medication
that makes me the scribe of my daily meditations

you know the deal, i’m getting up like condensation
so being smoked dumb is a definite aberration
it’s more likely my soul channels elation
and spreads over the skies like i am an am station

dispersing thick as a stratus and quick as a firebolt broomstick
smokes emitted through my pores: cumulonimbus
so through the storms and mist, i spotted a golden glint
but i couldn’t quite concentrate and i guess i lost that snitch

it’s all good though, prolly just paranoia
another thing you learn to accept from the arid void of
disconnect or you could call it choosing another angle
sorta like the cia hiring officer dangle

so it’s an impossible mission for me to not recognize the ridiculous
as i’m tighter with spinach than tom cruise is with all them scientologists
so call it a monkey, i say it’s a lighter load
when you’re constantly working, you need the high side of the road

im blindsided by smoke // with an eye on the globe //
defy and evoke // real sly with my hope // keep the family stoned //
my ample canopy encompasses all mammals’ sanity //
and vanity and sanctity in a panoramic panoply //

so stand and see i am indeed the sand and sea
if you can’t conceive then trust in me //
and just believe in your gut like in what nothing means
like the gust through trees or lush in green //

and then get on that lennon steez and let it be
assembling energy expanding emptily and damaging symmetry
eternity in turn will burn in the furnaces as no tourniquet
can fix internal rips in time or orion’s hips //

my irises oscillate from osiris to papyrus
vision risin to the highest star my aura’s borealis
im draped in a cumulus crown
waxin that moon after exhalin out luminous sounds

wow…