Weed in the Grave

One would think this was a plot on the exiles of weed, but need I say I smoke everyday, all day, not choosy, all flower

One who Views would say me blowing through the smoke is evidence of poor choices, but that is only ignorance to my needs & concerns,

The Weeds in the Grave, is the weed that we smoke, yes I smoke by the O, no bullshit sticks, all nuggets, some shake, papers, mainly, but I do it to entertain Mary Jane for at least 7-8 hrs out the day,

She still knows her place, but I smoke Ounces to the face, all smoke, no choke,

Only Gas, el petró, 93 supreme, no expresso,

Higher than kites, 98th floor, no coming down, this creates the vibe, the creative space, the weed in the Grave, is my peace, my workspace to build the best life I shall create