New World Order

Now I wanna give you a word with my definition
Marijuana – a drug that includes the fumes that exude strongly from flaming hot writers. Dat T.H.C. Translating, Having, Creating.
Our architecture of lines and pages
Have kept humankind high for ages
And it will capture you

The Weed seed was not implanted virtually or
Spiritually……Naw dat shit was planted physically within
The scalp of “cottonpickinry” strands of trees
The result in form of nappy headed hoes
Who wear shoes that make them walk on their tippy toes
Just to be asked to bend over and touch their toes
To be raped, taped, and blatantly called hoes.
I suppose, I suppose maybe you think this is me having a hissy fit
But shit in the end, who really gives a fuck about it
I creep, I sleep, I stand, I expand, I breed power but chose to resume in the outer
It’s the inner realms that gain all the glory without even playing in the game
Yet we maintain and continue to help you sustain.
They remained, We remain, and they will remain
Smoke unfurls in plain sight what the lake breeze does in the shadows
There we are standing, watching the part played while hiding within the windows
Ghosts exist in the real world, and they are not the undead souls of former glory fighters.
No the real ghosts on earth come in the form of writers.