Blunts passed around looking for who will pass this round and hope to get a clean paper Sparks flying high paving a way to stardom making waves in chasing the benjamin paper.
Imagination is filled with too much dark reality that we still refuse to acknowledge Coming from a different state of mind made growing up for me a race I had to acknowledge.
Nothing beats the race we refuse to handle ourselves running from the reality that present itself Curled up with a familiar stranger smoking silently hoping a new lonely stoner will recognise himself
Hate is a big word... Let's get rid of negativity by dumping our harsh realities down the drain this year. Embracing positive vibes should be the next big thing. P.s Compliments of the season from a lonely stoner🍁