I hate studying
Pens, paper, books, they **** me
I want to smoke kush
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Sit down children and listen to this story
its all about the Cholos, who live their lives poorly
They mob in the street
They jam salsa beats
Plus those ******* laced my kush with angel dust.
God **** Cholos.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Sitting in de street
Spitting out a reggae beat
Rollin up a sticky spliff
Jammin out a reggae riff
JAH knows I take the fattest hit
**** this ****** is strong as ****
I see a glint in the eye of a guy
On de street, just passin by
He flicks some cash in me cup, and I begin to smile;
For in my heart of hearts I know, he feels my reggae style
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
I'm back, you rowdy rond boys.
Got me rowdy rond rhymes, and me rowdy rond noize.
Kick back in me ol' spot, smokin' me spliff.
Sit up in me chair when I hear a sweet riff.
It's Marley on da bass, slappin like he do
Head bangin' back and forth like ya know ya want to.
Reggae is back and me life in on track.
Got baeties in the penthouse and they cookin' up crack.
Can't believe me stopped writing. It was hard to say no.
But I'm back to smokin' mo' ***** than ever befo'.
Me poetry's like sirup, open ya mouth, and I'll pour it.
It's clever, it's dank, it's reggae. I'm glad for it
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
I toiled then in Babylon
with a suit and black tie on
I forgot who it was that I called on
JAH the one true lord of love
Sits on HIS throne high up above
HE sent to me a holy dove
in its talons
Kush
I had not smoked since that night
The sight of it gave me a fright
but from the sky, a holy light!
A fatherly voice came down from a cloud
"Son this kush is hella loud
Smoke it well, and make me proud!"
so I packed a bowl
and smoked
The power of kush, it lifted me
This powerful plant HE gifted me
It mended that old rift in me
and I once again, was reggae.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Dis is ma original poem. Not plagirised.
I walk through the fields of the cow grazing pasture,
I feel the north winds brush gently across my scalp,
The warmth of the evening sunset hugs my sensitive skin,
As I hear the faint swish of grandpa's windmill,
I begin to escape into my head,
A land of happiness and freedom,
Where I can be alone and forget the stresses of life,
I slowly take a drag of the *****
And the feeling sinks deeper into the back of my head,
I am locked into a trance and the reggae spirit guides me.
Jah feel it
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
It started like any other ball up
My boys on the phone are who I did call up
Dank kush they did bring
My doorbell they ring
I let the boys in
and we smoked
We passed the **** 'round
But the herbs were pre-ground
Something was amiss...
I took my first rip
and my hop lost its hip!
Fire from the sky!
All the angels cry!
Darkness...
Awoke in a daze
My mind is a haze
I'm trapped in a maze
lost.
An unknown period of time passes
My boys and I are flat on our *****
"That **** was strong"
"That **** was wrong"
I smoked no more after that day
My reggae vibe went away
I bought a suit
I bought a tie
And I became, a different guy.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
All this kush we smoke
With a Gatorade makeshift ****
Ja know that its no joke,
Ja know it won't be long!
I can hear the bowl piece roll
This **** is not airtight
For when I try to light my bowl
It jingles through the night, OH!
Jingle **** Jingle **** Jingle all the way!
It's no fun
To simply bun
With a loose fitting **** all day, HEY!
Jingle **** Jingle **** Jingle all the way!
The whole squad sings
Our bowl piece rings
And everyone feels ok!
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
On the eleventh day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
11 ragin' reefers
10 lightin' lighters
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
ere body ere where
christmas lights erewhere
but for a reggae mon like me,
not a care in de world
erey body watchin Christmas movies
me in de basement smokin doobies
erey yungin mailin santas ouse
de only ting we want from santa
is a sled full of jamacan ganga
trees in ere bodys windows
me smoke me tree for christmas
no fancy decoration required
me gettin tired of christmas already
me just guna smoke till me lungs feel heavy
ereybody wants it to snow
me hopin for some good smoke
de christmas spirit is in de air
me listenin to reggae comin me hair
dis is christmas for a reggae mon
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC