"bawts" poems
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the kush plants glisten,
and reggae bawts listen
To smell, burning kush all day
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every ***** blunt I roll
May your days be reggae and kleen
And may all your Christmases be green
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC