SMOKE SCREEN

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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