Art Exhibit

Verse 1:

 

Basic cadence in the artist flowing with the scent

It's common sense, like that walk that I had planned to represent

Baking green with the farmers in that smokescreen

With ganja leaves on the flower, also on a spoken treat

The grave of the holy has no sting with the guest

Received outcast has the outer layer from the best

Because of him the whole world has life again

The synonym of life is blessed when the cataracts come in

Glaucoma is my flaw, light the blunt with my paw

Then sit and think of bongs when your favorite song comes on

Tripping out sit and pout about the weighing of the loud

Still smoked but I got frosted from that fucking cloud

I'm mellowed out, I'm at peace when I need to count

Listen to the music and identify harmonic sounds

Reach the pedestal to receive your gold platted crown

Take a bow, your important with your carried mount

Direct my flow upward towards space to the atmosphere

Overwhelming fear, just practice in a different tier

Surprise attack while you drive pounced out like wild deer

Take a moment, start to look back when you shed a tear

Black forest, dark times of the past with regret

The dark abyss takes the path with the depth in its quest

Clean oasis, peace and love makes control of what we know

Artist from my past, present, future makes us feel the globe

My minds fucked, by smoking that weed until your lungs bust

Without your train of thought, you got skipped by the final cut

You say that you're loyal, but lying is misleaded

Impair the judgement and see if you've retreated