Born with the safety off

Sticky on the tabletop

Mary jane vapors escaping my face at any cost

I was all for getting lost

I was not for being found

I just had to plead my case

The hardest thing to be around

Virus gave me sustenance

Hieroglyphic bluntedness

Fingers to the bone, I'll just pretend this shit is comforting

Truth is way more puzzling, I'll stick to saying fuck the shit

Get it out my hands if I can't roll another blunt with it

The summer sun above us

Ingested more than a fungus

In the garage where the blower, it always struggled to function

I questioned my assumptions and came to the inconclusive conclusion this shit's a jungle

I can't say I'm above it though

It's married to my consciousness and wriggled in my consonants

Truth is never absolute, my thoughts are rarely consummate

Bottled my astonishment up

I saw god in the distance with the hardest getup

Even when my heart was fed up, I sat up