You've gotta have quick feet...
For a slick retreat from police tryna steal weed...
...you've been to seek down the street
If the sticky sweet reek it's secreting leaks
Breaching the weave of pockets keeping it sheathed
So it's released on the breeze like seeds on the heath
A beacon teachin' thieving PCs of ya Green...
The treat about to meet ya lips with a spliffs heat
That then leaves as a mist screen to keep it discreet...
...a secret concealed underneath the sheets.
But I mean... what society teaches is so obsolete!
The police visit schools with speeches for teens...
Tryna reach us before all the so-called fiends...
Greet the 'fresh meat' stepping out on concrete
in-between the stream of learning we're preached.
Breeching a persons dream, sieging their 'Keep'...
their dream to succeed with the theme of belief
still unique, naïve, nothing yet been achieved
You've conceived the first step to finding your niche
But the timing competes in the mind of the weak
with the crimes in reach of each in the fleet
the curious streak that eats at the previous speed...
Of stampede by ya steed, if ya choose the leaf...
And leave the geeks to improve technique
til you can roll a foot long spliff in your sleep...
which is good cos...
the more you persist the more you'll drift, doze and eat
til your ideals are stripped and re-clothed in deceit!
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