just random thoughts...

toking makes me feel good

its not just people from the hood

it could be anyone-

mothers, brothers and sons

the way the world passes

with masses of people

they come and go

like the wind blows

the wind whispers secrets from the past

it casts its own spell

then i look back

and wonder if im going to hell

is it goodness i lack?

i try hard but is it enough?

i try to be tuff

but im too emotionally unstable

physically too-

when in on the table

thinking of you...