Broken Oakland Omens




I expel poetic recitations as

Insufflation resuscitates the state-us (status) of my subconscious

Conflagrate an Oakland pocket rocket

Insert it in your taut sprocket

Repeated inhalation attains a Higher elevation

Climbing to the apex of a satellite space station

Raise the roof until it clashes and crashes down like poof

Corrupting all ages from the elders to the youth

This is no youth group, nor is it a spoof

Community of life learners taking hits absorbing truth

Morphing into a dolphin

Fins frolicking from too much gin

Chagrined and haggard I transform into a tiger

Stealth fighter with zebra stripes for hire

Running through the fire- fast as I desire

Tired of the dire consequences of not learning a lesson

I grow some wings and sing my way to Heaven

Revvin through the skies

Roamin up so High

Decrying human ties

Spouting venomous lies

Like a freaky sheikh spewin hate through the teeth

Suffocated by malicious intentions I can barely breathe

Start smoking the reefer today or up and leave

I don�t deceive

Consequences of not tokin are a larynx crushed and broken

Decapitated so bad that belching hymns is a no-win

Unfortunate distortion of decibel levels

Acknowledge this knowledge in order to keep brea-thin

I am leavin now cause the clouds have been torn open

By an o-ccult o-men of an Oakland aerial dope den

Foreshadow of the masta and the rasta of all the ganja pastures

 

23 April 2004

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