What are herbs, are they weed, ganj, green or fake ‘C’s
Wanna be G’s, on an online spree, try’na be what they think they see
In the mirrors reflection, but in reflection there’s a different vision
A premonition, I got years ago, the internet’s a competition
Thru whatever angle ya living, is it really giving, ya wisdom
NO, its taking time, so why face the elementary heads in them
Though im not a vet, maybe no respect, but dialect’s free-wheeling
Appealing to the experienced that respond with feeling
Without leaving, saying good shit, same replies, got me kneeling
With aching ribs from the regular ad-libs…nice ‘sche’, in-completing
‘Nice verse’ shit, might as well be eating dick, riding, ya fleecing
Why ya greeting, ‘all the best’ ya aint the reaper reaping
Cos the only soul ya eating is from my shoe’s and their healing
Ya get my feeling, plants aint breathing, photosynthesis needs light
These herbs are ‘leav(f)ing’ but not flowering like hermaphrodite
They can fuck themselves, but when the lights turned on
They lose the fight, get shot tonight, deceive and feel the might
Of the ‘straight’ line, ya way below, with ya lyrics confined
To the time before a rhyme was a rhyme, but not philosophy
That’s with an apostrophe, yes! Cos you’re a laugh to me
A catastrophe to veterans, the skilled, me, and to the site RB…….