Smoke it,
bake it,
or just bake yourself
hot box,
police knocks,
eyes redder than hell
feels like you're dreaming
do you got that good leaf?
do you smoke that good ****?
the kind that make you feel fly
with only one hit
what do you take with it?
maybe, a dose of reality
or rather, a shot of remorse?
a pinch of regret
for all those now closed doors,
smoke that good leaf,
bake in that garden,
feel the release
for never being pardoned