At 15 I was flirting with her,
she had a really pretty face that I couldn’t disregard.
Living in two separate apartments but stalking,
couldn’t stop looking at her thighs through her stockings.

A little timid figure.
With hopes of getting within her,
but I knew I couldn’t do it without looking like a sinner.

I was on the **** on the daily, couldn’t puff puff pass coz I failed things.
Stuff was looking so dim till I had my first blunt.
Now I’m as high as priorities homie,
eyes so red that’s the window to my soul,
they’re not covered by some blinds or some curtains my homie.

Now I’m way high, really ******
Mount Everest.
Stuff was so green, kryptonite that’s my element,
I’ve been smoking leaves, sipping lean now it’s evident.
Mama told me don’t but I did for the benefits

Now she looks at me when I’m so euphoric ,
and her gaze was kind of toxic on some hydrochloric.

All my joints cremated in the ash tray.
Inhaling fumes then excrete like a chimney.
I don’t really understand what the substance is,
I don’t really, really care what the function is.

Bought my first green bag at 15,
I was such a herbivore my homie
Could care less about pharmaceuticals, only thing I was prescribed was the lean my homie.

The thirst of my liver,
I sipped on this liquor.
My thoughts were disfigured like human mutations.
But still I’m complacent.
The height is my space ship.
The flight’s never basic it’s all in my mind,
lost in my thoughts it’s the type I would need an enormous compass to find.

It's been a moment.
Plus I've been so introspective lately.
Trying  to catch up with the present got me feeling like I'm gifted,
so I'm looking at the package trying to figure out the contents,
tons of problems weighing heavy on my conscience.

Stop it, head into the cockpit.
Even though an aerial view makes things look microscopic.
Need to switch my perspective to shape my perception,
time is money four clocks could pay attention.

The countless hours of existence,
first breath within a second.
Got me thinking of the minute that my spirit leaves the vessel.
I’m a needle in a hay stack,
coins within a piggy bank.
Come to think about it, what the heck’sa body with no cardiac?

We’ve been young for so long but this age is just a digit.
You get born into the world then you figure your position,
all the girls play sports let the boys be in the kitchen.
It’s really a numbers game please don’t COUNTer intuition.

They say numbers don’t lie guess the truth is algorithmic.
You could balance the equation but the timing is the limit.
Only 24 hours to balance out the powers,
that’s way too much beef so just factor out the COWards.

Give a vegan strong meat,
pass the BIBLE to the heathen.
Let them run around the garden just to figure out the reason.
Place the knowledge on the tree till the apples start leaving,
and if all goes well we’ll meet Adam in the EVEning.

All the dominance.
Creeping across his countenance.
When the serpent told Eve just eat the laryngeal prominence,
death well that’s the consequence.
Plus knowledge upon your consciousness.
Bring y’all closer to together the attraction of of the opposites.