AT THIS MOMENT
THE DAY HAS PASSED,
NO REAL CONCERNS FOR ASS,
FULLY STOCKED ON CASH,
RUNNING LOW ON GRASS,
READY TO CRASH, AT THE END OF THE NIGHT,
CRACKHEADS FIGHT........................OUTSIDE,
TOO TIRED AND WIRED OFF OF CHRONIC SMOKE,
REFUSING TO CHOKE,,,,,,,
CUZ I'M TYPING,
TYPING,
CUZ I HATE WRITING,
WRITING,
ONLY FOR TRUE IGNITING OF THE MINDS,
PUTTING IN A SMALL FRACTION OF TIME,
WRITING LINES TO EXPRESS THOUGHTS,
COMPOSING FEELINGS OF THE DAYS DEALINGS,
CONCEALING ME PERSONALLY,
BUT SOMETIMES I SPEAK.