Walking through the smoke blazed I'm goin somewhere mentally I don't fit in... With the basics raised above thoughts that has infected my friend... Trippin within the cloud as the tone of my own voice breaks the silence... Damn I feel like I'm the only one with it here in reality residin... Tokin up the fog that makes it harder to see as I puff standin still... Wrapped up in the ability to focus on other senses hopin to understand the thrills... Played out like the last thing that found its way past morality... It's kinda fucked up the twist releases the truth that lingers in the air of individuality... Ripped like a stoner spittin words no one can hear... Listenin ears don't register the effect of surroundin peers... Goin with the flow chained to a life of selfish imprisonment... So I take another hit as my lips kisses the tip of the ickys relevance... Blown away from the effect of curiosity that's corrupted a train of thought... Lost n getting right in a moment to pause... High as fuck jus droppin jibberish flung jus to hear myself out loud... For no one makes sense here in this crazy unstable place walkin so proud... The only way to cope is the flame that sparks the intentions to free the game... Displayed on pages written for the read of being untamed... Loose n spread like the weed jus before the roll... I inhale to gain a lil bit of some fuckin self control... Floatin through time back n forth smellin the grind... Imma spit what I know drawn up in green ink bcuz this is my life... Deep inside the correction of me I force myself to commit... No limits n no filter as my passion leaps like a ribbit...