So much on my mind that i cant recline, blasting holes in the night tell she bled sunshine...
breath in, enhale vapors from bright stars that shine,
breath out weed smoke retrace the skyline,
heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
i cant take it yall
i can hear the city breathing, chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening...
-Rodrick Sean Freeman aka Rodzilla the Blackademic (@blackademic)
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