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
Copyright © Norey Bailey | Year Posted 2006
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