Saturday, April 25, 2009

Untitled Slam Piece

I rink of yesturday,
while you are smoothered
in expectations of the future.
But you wont go to far
with out me.
You grip my sleeve on the fast lane
but I refuse leave from yesterday.
Because that’s when life for us
was nothing but a dream.
But you chose to wake up
to reality
and I just decided
to make my dream a reality.
Our point of views on life
are different.
You say Don’t knock the weed
till you try the weed.

I say, I’d rather not try it at all
because I know I don’t like it all.
To me its nothin’ worst then a friend
who knows you dislike
but still insists you should like.
See its not like that.
If you don’t remember how you were
you cant dream of how you’ll be.

I remember
when me and you
were in the basement of
my mother’s rented condo,
wearing barney like it was
hip. It wasn’t. But we sported it.
We made all these plans
that’d we’d remain purified,
never touch a get high till your fly plant,
or never let anyone get in the way of our dreams.
I held up my end of the bargain
but you let peer pressure tug on your leg
as he drags you so far in the future
and you forget how you were. You
forget your dreams but still try to convince me
that you’ll never stray. But when you opened
your mouth all I could hear
was a stereotypical quote after
another. Sex is so boring now.
I got high last week.
You should get high too its
not like what everyone makes it out to be.
But you see I don’t care
to me that’s in the way
of my path to be great.
Katt Williams also said,
aside from nothing is wrong with weed,
If you anit smokeing weed
because you got a job by all means
make your yo paper booboo.

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