Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2014
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)
Blunt Blastah Mastah
Written by
Blunt Blastah Mastah  Livin on the Zion streets
(Livin on the Zion streets)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems