Purple Strands (A Rap From Days Long Gone)

The purple touches me now,
the green tastes just like a cloud
that makes me spin around
in my head filling it abound.

The shit I see disgusts me
and I live to simply breathe
to see the end of the day
where I smoke that lovely green.

God forgive me I need relief
I’ve got an attitude disease
and I can barely even sleep
without clouds from sticky.

People talk I want to ask them
what about their own sins?
I don’t know where to begin
Lord slap off this shitty grin.

Ignorant I listen to the lies calm
I can impress Cheech and Chong.
I feel so much better especially
as I sit and listen to songs.

I don’t care I love the purple
strands of the really good kush.
When times look dark in my abode
I smoke in and in my pulse push.

Written 1-5-1998

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Secret Bree says:

    Wow, love this writing view back in time 👏👏👏

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.M. says:

      Thank you Bree!! 😊

      Like

  2. kristianw84 says:

    Love this, Jared!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.M. says:

      Hey..thanks, Weigman. Lol.

      Liked by 1 person

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