Packed in a bowl, past the backpacks field like stars have been falling inside it, the minds a loose nuke flying like a jet, it has no intentions to come down to blow shit up, rolling on the moon, just took the opportunity to decrease the explosive waves from this kush, abandon but graffiti haunted like my lungs, I say I’d save this draft but I got, a black book for a corpse, anxiety holds you back but...