No Direction

Don't come at me like you know me

Rollies got me cold like snowies

 

Feel the flow breeze up the nostrils

Grow the weed , coke and leaves , thieves scurrying and they're hostile

 

Smokin gas but don't worry it isn't from fossils

Read my gospels avoid the gossip

 

Seeking knowledge while I let these tendencies frolick

I'm not a novice , the harshest smartest conscious so when you approach

do so with caution

 

I'm not devoted enough ? Haven't I been promoted as such ?

I revoke as I touch the hand of God and I look

 

And I stood in the hall of books and I shook

My mind is turning to mook , and I imagine a world without judgement

 

Or skin without different pigments or is this just my minds figment

Should I indulge and be ignant , it would hinder ascension

 

And the tension would be harder to mention

I'm just dwelling with the heavins thats controlled by their demons

 

I'm not the average person because what really defines being that ?

Is holding back verbal attacks and being relaxed and smoke sacks ?

 

Or snorting this dust and confiding in lust ?

LSD with the ecstasy and crack and meth is a must ?

 

I don't believe in such I'm an being that resides in your guts

Don't do that and you'll feel better , don't use that excuse

 

Keep it loose and look out for me every C moon

Send platoon of goons to fight die for the safety of you ?

 

When seen by God or whoever what fate will he give you ?

Word.....

 

Blacc Macavelli