I sit back, to relax,and lace a twin//
pressure's weighing down, my pationce wearing thin//
The world's rotation's crazy, as I smoke, to my last fin//
feble minded, cast evil glares, cause they know, they can't win//
eyes glazed drifting away, to sounds within the system//
Take a minuite to reminisce, creatin, with lyrical intuition//
Insane presision, non fiction setting the stage ablaze//
got the next blunt sparking in a daze//
createin' adept melodic phrase//


lightin one for my homeboy
Casp...
miss you dawg!