Be spoke, a man with the Heat toke
Singular Steps Weigh the Dreams n Hope
Whole foods with processed Dope
I hope you will Saviour Us
There's a purple Pipe Sword hanging from a cup
When I close my Eyes
too stoned to d bone to open up n look up
Tripping off and on like a wet cloth on a line
Flowing throughthe Breeze a Friend of heavenly Signs
My ink Becomes expensive as I draw intricate lines
The separated mould of bricks falls nd turns to a vine
I feel shadows pa**ing
The Chill night light and ambience Eloping
Slowly Developing
I can hear your heart,Eaves DROPPING
Secluded and near at the Meeting
My head bent downwards and mind sinking.
Outro
Be hold the man with the heat toke
All my feat been steady germinating but today they will Grow
The kinda growth spurt of Jack n d bean stalk you'll never know