Smokin'

Another poetry by me niggah. It's not done, but I'm getting there. Or maybe I'll leave it the way it is. Called Smokin'

Feel like my mind
Trapped in a nursery rhyme
'Cause I'm huffing
And puffing all the time
Swisher Swiss already cut
Need to fill
Roll and fire up
Day to day grind
Got me caught up in a rut
Opportunity got me stuck
Wanna change
Getting tired of the same
Getting tired of the game
Getting tired of hearing
'Em keep calling my name
No where to go
So what the fuck
I'm smokin'
Hit the streets
And they locin'
Making dreams
Come true by dopin'
Finding false security
By faceless strokin'
Or giving up
Always gripin' and mopin'
Personally
I'm hopin'
I can flip the script
Take a vacation
Instead of trip
Get a flow
Instead of a drip
Put some hop in my hip
And escalate
I seem destined by fate
I feel lessened by hate
Totally misunderstood
Po, Black and from the hood
So each breath I take
I'm chokin'
Finding ash trays for pokin'
Inventing new ways
To keep tokin'
My private escape
Gotta have it to make
Friends and find dates
Spend time alone
And meditate
All day long
Whether right or wrong
I'm smokin'
So pass the blunt