Demon Within The
I just burned through the whole scholar bowl.
I burned so deep that I could hear the resin bub-
bling down inside where the filter is suppose to go.
There was a demon hiding deep within the scholar.
So I stood standing there and sucking on a cherry,
knowing all well that the pit would make me taller.
I let it out in a snap, but it went violent mad!
I felt the urge to conquer this demon of white,
so I ninja-ghost-styled that shit till it was out of sight.
We’ve taken root here in the ground like trees.
The THC pounding through our blood to our minds
that drift freely.
Can you see us held here underneath the sun?
We are the vessel where our minds remain,
but fragments of imagination float unrestrained.
Who ever said you can’t roll a bowl?
My new piece. I call it The Patriot.