Who turned on the fog
In my brain
That I can't see myself in this drain
Like they see me everyday
Drinking moss water
And they have the audacity
To call me
A smoker
I have one rock in one piece
Neatly wrapped in one paper
But they say
is 10 pieces
Then call me
a piper`
Made me mix cement
all day
for just 20
So I multiplied it
in a paw-paw stem
Where twenty seems plenty
Is who turned on the fog in their brain
Or is this world just going insane
Am I a social outcast
Because they block their nostrils
when I pass
Eye-dressing me
In sub-human capacity
Saying I'm low
When I am high
Acting high
When they are low
Maybe if they smoke this joint
With this black rock
They will know
Or maybe
They will see
Why they should not work
me for free
Is who really turned
the fog up
To smoke screen their
hypocrisy
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