On a cloud looking down. Eased back thinking bout the absence of sound. Hearing only thoughts speak in tongues. Inhaling a toke as the minds on the run. Watching words come to life high af. Hit it again Butch n let the tone make luv. Carving letters outta smoke. Puff... Now hold. Ahh. Let it kick in n breathe. Now release what's unable to be hidden within creativities cure. Opened up n pure. Lost in a visual mentally so far gone. Rhymes without a rhythm choking on abong. As the ink spreads truths as if the legs of a whore. With stories to tell that drip from the pour. Leaking like a river raging for change. This is life rearranged. Known the purpose of my own name. Fallin from societies fame. As the flame strikes another blast accepted by thy lungs. Once I say what I can't get out, I'll be done. Twisting the alphabet any which way n loose. To play with my state of mind til the zzz's are through. I'm at war inside beneath the fog like wave of comfort. Able to see clearly tempting the honesty within the core. Inhale, pause, exhale. To be me I could neva fail. Ripped with bloodshot eyes drifting into my special place. Relaxed in life tapping on the flava of its taste. Call me crazy for expressions are real. Without them who would know how to feel? So under the roll u go popping out o'rings to entertain my time. Yeah, I'm goin all in on every last sigh. As apart it must come to show me what's in actual facts. So maybe this diddle will be my last...