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I shuffle on
In Babylon
My dreams are of
my home, Zion

I puff the ****
it won't be long
until I'm gone
from Babylon

With kush I fly
Through the smokey sky
On ****** wings
I wave goodbye

The weight is lifted
and so am I
I see you Zion!
My eyes, they cry.
A touching tale of my liberation from Babylon
(for 4-6 hours)
Me and the squad
Rippin' bowls on the hill
I says "hey baud,
we aint fried still!"
My boy says "I know, ****
where'd we get this kush?"
An answer from *******br>"Growing in the bush"

We smoked poison ivy
******* Schmidt.
I don't get fried with *******anymore.
A fat blunt is rolled in my bathroom
I spark it up and inhale the fume
JAH is known by many
but revered by few

A bald head can spark
but hark!
does he hear?
the sweet sound of JAH's voice in his ear?
Deep thoughts
Faded thoughts
Would JAH be proud?
This kush is hella loud.

Is JAH smiling down?
Or does he look with a frown?

For I have been told
by boss men of old

**That I had smoked the lettuce of the devil.
Commentary about how the govt perceives **** laws n ****.
I was out wit me doopas.
I was wailin' on a massive blunt.
Feet up, eased up, havin' a blem time.
All of a sudd'n, de fuzz comes out front.

There's nowhere to hide.
Gotta rid the scene of me stuff.
Look back and de fuzz ain't der.
Decide to take one last puff.

De sirens start shriekin'
Dey're almost here, no where to go.
Do I stick me sliff in de ground?
I stuff it up me nose.

Sense of smell is lost from de heat.
Feels like a fresh poptart was squeezed in me snout.
De burning tingles, very bad, very bad.
About to cry when de cops see me, no time to shout.

He walks a little closer, I cringe.
An island bwai wouldn't last in prison
For de love of Zion, don't get caught.
Finally we're face-to-face, I start ******'

De man looks down at de pool of ****
He asks, "that's the hiding spot you chose?"
He rips da spliff rite outta me snout.
Dat's why you never stuff it up ya nose.
Don't worry, dis didn't 'appen. It's just a joke you nutty kids.
I found a lighter in an old winter coat
and remembered that it belonged to you
I spun the flint and saw the spark we shared
the flame died like our love.

We sparked blunts together
We spent months together
Our love was to be forever
Or so we thought

We smoked some reef
But then we had beef
And we just had to be apart

Oh reggae love, I miss you so
But our ending was all she wrote
Maybe I'll find some other ***
And find her lighter in my coat
The circle of life and love. ******* come and go, real reggae crews stick together.
i smoke kush
incase you didnt know
but i am not scared
the feds cant get me
for reggae mon is only an entity
how can they catch
a fish that does not swim
a butterfly that does not fly
a rabbit that does not run
if they are not there
there is no way to catch
the merely superficial
there is no way to catch
the reggae mon offishal
we are free
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