This Drugged Generation

Wipe your feet before

you enter my mind,

no limits, no statuses.

There's villains, heroine,

kush, acid in our systems

running through us

like radiation.

The cope of our

reality has been running

wicked like were losing

magic mushrooms.

I think i we could have

peace for entire generations,

we don't need religion

we got our consciouses

This generation of girls

is so hyped up on spreading

lies it should become a known

sport.

This generation of ours is

so hyped on racism its like

were on crystal meth and explosives.

Its like I got psychedelic smoke

in my lungs making it harder

to pray to God.

Where are the teachers

when we need them?

We all unlearning

but the internet is teaching

us the art of chill.

We all so unfiltered its like

we got feng shui but this generation

now is just a apex of spoiled

rich kids.

A generation that allows

racism to become its voice.

A generation of homophobic

teenagers who lost the beauty

in their souls.

I got a second plan, puffing cigarettes through fishnets.

Its beautiful ain't it shooting kids with golden crosses

with faded visions.

Just another adulterated poet, writing a chapter

for this hopeless generation of teenage mothers

and stolen innocence dosing down on potions.

This generation of boys surfacing

on strawberries, vanishing into clouds

of marijuana hollering

at girls who are seeing themselves

in other women.

Standing in corners with snow white

bunnies sucking up the cocaine

becoming hippies drowning down

on colored pills.

This drugged generation losing

its self in war, popping up like mushrooms

for one generation to the next.

To the girls of this drugged generation

you ain't limited to posing on a car

so open up and show them all the Venus that you are

because one day it won't be about

the heat between your thighs.

Got guns just smoking, hearing

shots in the air leaving

many children in the red.

In our dreams were the dutch and duchesses of this kingdom And the blunts are always loose so this generation is in charge of rollin' dutches And getting so high, we always get the munchies

rolling in wonderland on a drug trip disguised as a children's story

smoking LSD while drinking potions

preaching to this ungrateful generation of brainwashed

delinquents with drugs in our systems.

Playing with kaleidoscopic colors

while mind-bending on molly, scattering

through our brains, releasing

our generation to acid-infused

lyrics.

Feeling surrealism drip over this

generation chanting, taping loops brewing all

together in this psychedelic stew.

With Our heads in the clouds, popping

rainbow pills and smoking bamboo,

with invisible vibes making gang

signs.

So Vibes never die they are just transported

Spewing down on this revolution

of our future generation, so

I dare you to dip into my

psyche and find me.

Like a long sermon this generation

are caged birds altering

our perceptions siting barefoot

in lotus postion.

Drinking chi tea

while trying to find

a resolution, soul-manifesting

to this generations soulless

music.

Inducing LSD leaving holes

that cannot be filled,

for it is the fate of this drugged

generation filled with

abused voices.

We have become buddhas

with our reality leaking at its seams,

dejected as life as a dream

and we are just the smoke

of mediation.

Just the dream of a perfect generation