Time’s a state of mind, with tricks and secrets confined
To deep quarters, lobes… where to access, is to bind
I mean past the clear waters, the air isn’t all bad
Some find what they never had… looming in the haze
Unplanned, images are clear, appear just like the day
Set in place by a trace of hallucinogen’s way
Poppin paper, smoking pipe or a drink that’s laced
And necking shrooms, all equate to the same higher place
A colourful world of wisdom where decisions have no haste
Are you listening, im christening acid reality’s break
Not to take is the mistake that a lot make… but not me
I take the t-bag, replace with dried caps, then my minds free
My own shaman, my own life to act how I feel fit to see
And that’s talking tree’s, walking fish straight outta the sea
Giant bee’s buzzing, by smoking spliff’s… without wings
Where birds don’t sing, they play guitars for their rif’s
Yes, to me it rings clear of the torment that life grips
Where I can drift and slip into a plain of self-belief
A domain of self-release, where to resist is to decrease
So to increase you need to relax and fully let go
So I do, hit the max, and sit back, then enjoy the show
...Jus Some Quick Shit
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