Untitled

[chazmikel1-blog]

Unspoken words.

Fighting these demons, I’m armed with jack in my left hand, and a gram of kush in my right. Hoping that ill be able to fly tonight, but man I’m so lost, for words. People ask me what is wrong, I just say nothing and pass the bong. But then again, later on, I’ll prolly sit and listen to an A$AP Rocky song. Thinking about life, and what I’ve done wrong, and then I’ll go smoke a cigarette, prolly tell some people some secrets, that ill soon regret. And then, over all, I’ll just wait for the rain to be gone, wake up, and see clearly like Bob Marley song.

[chazmikel1-blog]

Awkward poetry?

Well, shit. Lets see. Our society is fucked, and so are we. We " live life and smoke trees " but that's all done with ease. But really, all you need to do is please, yourself. And we have to give thanks, not shanks. And grant some wishes, hell, maybe even go do the dishes. Because all we really need, is to please, ourself.