FIVE FINGERS

by Brix Ambray   Apr 26, 2010


I'm smokin' weeds,
Then I learn to fly
It feels like heaven,
In the hell of lies
I rule the world
You bow down before me
Let it be, Can't you see?
I'm the reality
I'm the captain
I'm the chef
I'm the doctor
It's a big mischief
But it's worldly nice
Smokin' weeds and i learn to fly.

7:20 PM
10-10-2008
Polomolok, Phil.

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