Write High

Read mine poems

Or apon thine eyes

I shalt dine

And like a lit

Dinomite stick

Explode

.

Boom

Yo, oh shit

I forgot where with this

I had ment to go

I had it bro

The flow

It was there son

The tip of my toung

I was about to be spitten

Every thing had been written

.

But there I was

I smoked

Got high

Forgot what's on my mind

.

But I was committed

Because insainly I had bitten

A girl apon the ass