I stare at glowing smoke burning by my finger tips. I haven’t smoked a thing since training singer’s lips. This jolly man passed a blunt like black Santa Claus he applauds my freestyle on corruption in the law. There’s only one rule in this circle cypher moment: we celebrate now together - that’s how we own it. It's a privilege to be heard by men who have not; I am not the enemy, since I also combat chaos. I stare down at this gift of marijuana in the night the brown paper c

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