Weed Between Lines

Sitting on the balcony lyricizing 'bout smoking weed Yet instead i grabbed a pen and split the bag of paper Wrote til my pen smoked with ink vapor Bits of my mind occupied each and every line Stuffed like the blunt But the poetry high is mine Blue green purple or black Aint a pen and paper yet i couldn't attack For a penny like weed i can't get shiit For a nickel i can get 2 sheets of paper For a dime i can get a pencil and eraser You puff, puff pass I'm gon read, write and erase you Like them dealers smoke the stash I don verbally made you Orally exposing my various vapors to the mic Weed heads all they need is a heavy l and a light Like ya black and milds my poetry's wild Come in many different flavors Like that black cherry poetry Or the vanilla verbal vibes Even strawberry spoken word All the pineapple verbs And the lemon lime that limits ya mind flow And let's you know that i'm serious And completely cocoa furious Cause when i smoke this paper i just let go And act like the fastest woman in the world Call me marion jones In my blood veins ink smell is my only true "cocaine" I'll be producing membrane While you'll be burning brain cells You toastin' ya intelligence While i let my elegance sell