De-cipher

So someone

tell me what is wrong with a little Mary Jane.

How can you go wrong with something pure and so great.

How my knees can always melt and my mind is at ease.

Someone tell me what the fuck is so wrong with burning some leaves.

If you ask in sincerity why i do what do.

I just light the fatest blunt and make my dreams come true.

As you toast to celebration, inject the deification, snort the insulation, and destroy the gestation

I'll sit back, relax and enjoy my fixation

there's no need to rush this destination,

my words just come like masturbation

Relax.

Ain't no pain,no menstruation,

it's easy meditation,

Meet the doctor of education.

My thoughts sick, molestation.

Disrespectful? No implication

Relax.

It's a natural elevation

Hold on

grab tight

deep penetration

to your thoughts on rotation

Pass that?

Release your silenced communication.

I ain't no good at this mathematical operation

i put two and two together according to my calculation

one world abomination.

I'm out of this world no hands no gravitation

Your narrow minded

brain on limitation.

Ain't no comparison to this feeling, no compensation.

Relax.

Before I come to this summation

i must say they didn't pay me

this is straight from my imagination.

You got bodies?

Haiti got burial sites.

Hate seems to last forever

but in a second there goes a life.

While you walk by looking for compliments

you need to seek knowledge and confidence.

All the hook, lines, and blindness we live in

I try to think different because i know the sky's the limit.

Pass?

This is the real deal

so don't get upset towards the way i feel.

And i won't apologize for saying what's real.

It's just my soul doing the talking

when I'm sober I'm nervous

I'm not a coward i serve my purpose.

Don't ask me what worth is,

I'll let the herbs

bring it to surface.

I'm not known to break the rules

But i will question the man behind the law.

I got freedom a speech?

Can you tell me why I'm paying these taxes

for a war i did not start.

This is to the generation that seems to be born without a choice

you can take away my clothes but i still have my voice.

Petite,and yes I write with conceit

I'm a woman of my thoughts

When these girls trying to be women of the streets .

So as I save this last clip

give this blunt one last kiss

and tell you this
don't underestimate

do not duplicate

contemplate.

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