virtual.self

oblivion obscurity

she sold her soul

no worries, pay no mind

i’ll buy it back

is there a Heaven for junkies

is there a Hell for the self righteous

i’m jus a dirtbag riding solo

flying coach acting first class

the girls calling the shots

some swish, some miss

watching Bojack, playing blackjack

asking to hit

back at it, hopping out the corner store

back at it, popping off the champagne cork

back at it, crushing menthol into my camel crush

girls laugh, smile, cry, play with their hair, etc.

and the boys jus make moves on the edge

so much money online unknown

dirty bills, streamlined currency

so much more to life, yet this is pretty much it

it is what it seems & is what it was

chase gold around the universe

and everything’s right where you originally left it

no need to take off too soon

abundance within the mind & current atmosphere

dime piece rolling in peace

head tossed & turned, mind clear

jus minding my business & moseying

high state zone bliss despondency

muddled mind & muddied water

splashed clarity the alleviation

stash pocketed, girls all flocking in

cash stacking up with the zen mellow pack & zyns

jus a loser playing for the hell of it

playing for keeps & i’m in too deep

micro dose of dope & a vibe off the beat

i jus wanna sit on the moon & smoke with peep

never needed anything more

than a spark in my soul, warmth in the core

comforts i could afford, iced coffee to pour

songs by Lil Bo Weep, tracks by Too Poor

sedative pharmaceuticals & stimulant substances

stowing up heat for the cold

seeking a remedy at the bottom of a coffee cup

drop top Beamer, jus another schemer

reality, virtual self, snow strippers, flow trippers

auto pilot, secret ingredient

Heaven sent, Hell bent

guess i needed some divine intervention

guess a lil goes a long way

no rules to the game

jus rock out & roll with it the way you do

she was kinda cute

beat up shoes, tight ass jeans, moody blues

whipping over in the coup

the 101, the scoop, swooping by out of the blue

idk i could get kinda shy

idk i still always jus wanna get high

got a vibe to ride to & you got them dance moves

the whole thing’s jus a café on a rainy day vibes

what’s with all of the hype

quickly, quickly

slowly, slowly

whole thing’s cool if you go along with it

jus vibe as reality sets in & play along

she lights up the bong… rip of the lines

and i’m reading some Audre Lorde lines

Audrey Hepburn in the limelight

gratitude the first way to get on God’s side

lean wit me, rock wit me

smoke wit me, pour a cup wit me

act of contrition at some A.A. Meeting

met God one time somewhere above

maybe somewhere below

up like a dove, below like littered smoke

told me be easy & go slow

kind of like the breeze blowing, flowing freely

could rev up softly

but no need for top speeds

maybe jus 120 with the lil bits of nicotine

not 220 with a million blunts slowly burning

slide back on the street

pull off to the corner spot like Shlohmo

and take high octane riffs in blissful peace

molly at the show, bumps on the scene

bumping & grinding, making our way in between

got this thing bumping, swanging lane to lane

hot like Seinfeld’s Elaine, cool like Bruce Wayne

and i stay down bad, getting high in the gutter

watch the lil kitten scuttle & butterflies flutter

& she likes to cuddle in, cozy, soft like shea butter

oh brother, spark the torch, light midnight heaters

cool in the endless bank, Frank Ocean playing

the bass bangs & she leaves a lil heart pang

damn… sometimes i forget i’m playing

Bones & Xavier with intricate flows on Lame

i’m fine finding ecstasy in the everyday mundane

at times u jus need a lane switch like gucci mane

i write like i’m texting Bukowski a type written note

need the antidote, reading Milan Kundera again

joke’s i’m broke & bumming, slumped & slumming

yet also thriving, palace dripping in jeweled ivory

nostalgia of hitting a juul, JuiceWRLD jus booling

boo goes the ghost that spooks like a lil kook

awaiting the come up in the cozy castle nook

energy, vibes & adrenaline in smokes & sips

to make sense of this shit with the lil music trips

shit gets flipped… jus whip & dip, worry less

ignore lil slips in the dips & slide thru like flits

she looks nice in moonlight to misted dew breeze

warmth, luminous trees, spark of the bitter leaves

and i’m off to the corner store again

off to the café, drinks with a friend

amends in time, bends along lines, slant rhymes

brand new batch, fresh tracks, nicotine patch

the finish line is jus the starting point

breath of fresh air at the Louvre

listening to Lana, feeling bourgeois

Mackned, Smrtdeath & a broken Gucci heart

guess there’s ways to patch shit up in the ash

her cart of weed, my Carhartt long sleeve

some Mario Kart or whatever & nice reads

she got an emo tee & cute lil snow bunny beanie

when we not lit like plumes of smoke off a bean?

here i go again, writing about nothing

d.a.r.e. shirt diamond boys

high for the fall, on the down low in the spring

hit the dm’s, never check nothing

i’m jus smoking, sipping, sifting, drifting

crate digging, vibing, bumping

ecstasy in my headphones

what a cute girl does to you

coffee & smile to wake up to

i guess that’s all

time to hit the bae up

take a break in Heaven away from it all

Tonight, Tonight, moon up high, luna & early sun

yea we ball out in the fall

graffitied walls, peaceful walks

lit candles in stalls

stall a lil, then ball out in my vans

off the wall, push to start

guess i always fall in love in October

with the girl that stole my heart & all of the art

friendly ghost smoke

girl in the converse

we chat a lil, bool one & converse about whatever

nice up in the clouds under fair weather

fairy gardens, spliffs & sweater weather