Cannibus Cloud Inhalation

Is there anything as serene as the steam
of divine leaves. I visit the creator and 
deliver these Jewels.

I mean, did Bob Marley luck strings,
or did he take you to a demonic cognition.
inhaling wisdom my cipher rises mystical.
blowing fuses
I probably won't use any way.
To Bismallah is blaspheme,
best Rastafari.
Holy Smokes!
as i religiously inflate stimulation
facing the apollonian aspects supposedly
or have I been crossed by that drunkard pedestrian.
Anyhow I want to be In the mist
of that funny wrapped cigarette.
Your my "Brown Sugar" babes,
naw your my cerebral tip-top
modern drudge got
everything pressurized.
Homegrown like Folgers
vapors take me for a ride,
through Utopia
In a Pink Cadillac
probably get hassled by the fuzz
cuz we in the secret vessel.
Socially accepted but neglected and unlegit,
so they got me locked away babes 
for a three months bit,
but I'll be home soon our love's like Marvin and Tammy's
and I'm the mountain.
You can kill me again and again,
well travel through time 
and see how it all begins
and spark this on those antennas!

Terrence & Michelle