Cannabis Cumulus

Patiently waiting for a reason to quit as I smoke this herb, I reveal myself, to myself. Marley told me that. Perched up on this bench trying to see the wind, contemplating on why does this breeze feel so prodigious between my toes…throughout my hair I feel relief… fading off into this delightful ambiance of bliss, smoking something lovely as Kush…lighter flick; flame. Chuckin the deuce to the sunset, high-top fire trucks on my feet, slightly wet...  Breaking down the good times rollin up for a great time; to chill. Smoke dolo & ride solo in my narc car to my next destination….. Hardly any anticipation I keep my temptations waiting.. Take my time wit the jay... Can’t smoke a loose one.. Still thinking; keeping my thoughts within me for no one can’t retract words spoken so I keep em to myself. Still riding with no one else, smoked with Ms Watson by myself. Mary Jane that is.

Parked on the sand, back on the beach again, the moon.. risen above the sand….

Layin on the face of my crown vic, adhering to the reverberation of the ocean… the waves resembles billions of blue mustangs galloping with the wind…. Like glitter, the stars reflect upon the waves…. Yeah I’m blazed, thinking bout my next dollar and how those who envy never faze me. Really they just amaze me because I’m cool as the first breeze out the freezer door. Come on, why not get high man? I’m living life ignoring the strife because if I die, everything will proceed, shit that’s just life. As I continue to puff, puff pass to my left hand, my right hand man ices up & chills beside me. Nice to have Hen join Mary every once in awhile. I stress no more. Fear me not, my intentions is only to vent, no pun intended..

My last jay turns into a roach & I flick it in the wind. Exhale once more for the sake of my lungs telling me I had enough but I know I could smoke another blunt.... I feel like I am amongst the cumulus when I’m smoking this skunk piss.. Then I ask myself, why should I quit?? For the judgmental elders that forgot they introduced us to this shit? Or because the white house can’t control all the weed growing… they get mad an arrest you but  then turn round and tax the same shit they found on you, tweek it, then call it “medicinal”. Can’t win for losing & can’t satisfy everybody so I say fuck em. Fuck em all cuz you can’t walk a mile off in my air forces, shit Jeezy told me that.  Impress the one person you see in your reflection. Keep they minds wondering keep ya business to yourself. Smoke weed more often, it’ll reveal you to yourself.