Da Truth

I get high off da truth.
I tell niggas to pass me the blunt
And give me the grass.
I take the T and roll it into an L.
I wrap it up tight
And contemplate before I light it up.
Because this is the real shit,
This is the truth.
The knowledge could kill me
If not taken in properly.
If I don’t inhale just right,
I’ll catch an asthma attack
And have play it off like it was all an act.
Finally I grab my lighter
And place the flame underneath the black & mild.
I breathe in deep as the smoke fills the cavities in my body.
And when I exhale the gray fog surrounds me.
My eyes grow and become wide with curiosity.
I wonder if the world can see what I see.
Excited about this new perception
I reject the reefer of deception.
That other stuff was all bootleg
This is the truth
This shit is pure goodness.
I take my time
To finish the rest
Cause I’m really enjoying this high.
So I take it all in
I exhale and inhale
Until there is nothing left.