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ExistentialToker
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Ive never tried to write poetry or rap, or whatever..this is really the first crack at it. I wasnt really trying, it was orginially just a journal entry after i had smoke a bowl but this what came of it. lemme know what you think. I know theres plenty of things i could fix to make it flow better but Im not thinking or feeling what i was when i originally wrote it so it just wouldnt be the same, id rather have the awkward line.

Asthetic..
I can’t help but fret it,
Is this real? or just a plate with no meal?
I don’t know what to expect, this is so real, this so reall..

But then again I’m so oppositional
and this otha side got me thinkin this could be unconditional
mine, my mind, it justfies any act of mankind,
dont judge my morality, I cant control this mental catastrophe!
but a biological rationality.can’t be undermined by . this. this. THIS reality,
so now it’s like what what the fuck do I beleive?

I slip through the doors of reality, Morisson smokes me some, trees from the, the west,, as we,

we discuss the distrust, the mistrust, the lies, the spies, the mother fucking guys who want us to fall for the plies,
but that is aside, aside from my original line. I just follow the lines , I’m feelin so fine, I’m what they call “high”,
As i take this ride, high high above I cannot see you hide, but the lies, the corruption. i see what you hide.
and god damnit is it sad to say im not even suprised?
yeah

man. finally a nice day, im fuckin needin that heat,
niggas i havent talked to in months,
comin up next to me.. like “we sweet”,
just cuz you wanna smoke MY WEED,
i neva know when muh fuckas puttin up fronts,

thats how this city is, the people nothin short of the shittyist
one best friend now for a few years runnin,
and i couldnt imagin seein that shit changin
the rest have came and went, to understand that, see your psychologist.

your face seem clean, ya grin the opposite of mean
but underneath that skull theres nothin but imupirtiy
you can’t fuck with me, cause i dont play with society,
once you fuck with me, the law aint mean nothin to me.

keep talkin ya shit, and gettin ya kicks.
talkin bout me to ya otha nigga while im receieving ya texts.
like “whats up” and “hows that weed” “wanna smokE”
NAWH nigguh, cause im startin to think ya whole act a fuckin joke.

i try to keep my mind off the past, but sometime life just moves to damn fast
one minute you with ya nigga, time goes by and egos refuse to fly
we used to ride slow late at night, being rebels doing everything but the right..
nights filled with assurance turned to nights filled with vengance and,
your weak apologies, and shallow lies finally made my ass realize:

YOU WERE NO SACRAFICE.

so i keep my lungs filled with smoke, and my stomach full of pills,
the man, the man handed them to me, a bottle of pharmacuticals
after i signed my script was i readdy to dipp, and get home quik
pop 1, add a half, maybe just another.. im so tired of this shit.

Ive never tried to write poetry or rap, or whatever..this is really the first crack at it. I wasnt really trying, it was orginially just a journal entry…

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I Smoke Pot I Think It’s Cool

I smoke pot I think it’s cool

I’ll smoke it while driving to school

I’ll drink and I’ll smoke while I take you to class

IF YOU TELL I’LL KICK YOUR ASS

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It Alive

Weed, Weed on a leaf

Weed, Weed on a tree

Weed, Weed in my room

Weed, Weed where’s my shroom

Weed, Weed I forgot

Weed, Weed That apple’s hot

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The Blunt That Never Ends

Parody of “The Song That Never Ends” from Lambchop’s Playalong.

This is the blunt that never ends
It goes on and on my friends
Some people started smoking it
Not knowing what it was
And kept on smoking it
Just because (because because because)

(Continue from the top)

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What a Navaho Indian Talks About When He’s Stoned

The voice that beautifies the land
The voice above
The voice of the grasshopper,
Among the plants,
Again and again it sound, –
The voice that beautifies the land

(C) Stoner Poems I Smoke Pot I Think It’s Cool I smoke pot I think it’s cool I’ll smoke it while driving to school I’ll drink and I’ll smoke while I take you to class IF YOU TELL I’LL