Tag Archives: Weed

All Aboard

Med cards like passports.

This flight has my eyes red.

Heights.

People ask me how I got to the top, I tell them I’m fly.

I don’t even have to try.

 

“Where’s my lighter?”

 

I prefer glass opposed to plastic, I can see right through you, like some glasses.

I never come in last son.

Fuck a cool kid — I just stroll and walk past them.

The jock on campus.

In a group full of dope rappers.

 

Lames ducking our bars like limbo; this a freestyle

I call it incidental.

I pick up the pen, and aim it at your mental.

 

My rhymes got you feelin’ bad?

Awwwhh

Pull out my tiny violin;

Play a sad instrumental.

 

So far gone

 

I’m a tiger to these city cats — You city rat.

You can stay in the trap;

Honey to these cocaine fiends.

 

Running out of breath,

Close to passing out.

Intoxicated words

I keep slurring, but to be honest

Tomorrow all this will be a blurr.

 

2 tokes for iLLFoLK

 

Then I pass it left

No that ain’t right, or is it?

I can’t remember the rotation.

I’m spacing, no sleep.

Excuse my impatience.

 

I was taught to hustle hard,

Cause my ancestors did.

So Who else would I do it for?

 

Who am I?

They ask me

 

Golden Brown-skin, I’m a Cali baby

Watching the sunset turn skies pink

As I’m walking finding shells in the street, I’m not walking on the beach.

Ghetto birds keep me up, the waves should be singing me to sleep.

 

Admit it my flow is pretty damn unique

It’s pretty fucking neat

Like someone with OCD

1,2,3

1,2,3

Mic check 1, 2, 3

Passing by time in class line after line, sheet after sheet

Stick out my tongue and point my middle finger; like Fuck You!

Hol up let me get the other one; Fuck Everybody!

 

Who exactly are you?

Who wouldn’t want to be me?

Who would want to be you?

Nobody

 

Nobodies showing up.

Everybody

Every party got the people yelling iLLFoLK !!

-Leighrick

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Water

Some asked me once before if I could be anything or anyone in the world, what would it be?

The Answer:

 

Water.

 

When I’m stressed…

I take shots,

breaking down trees.

Clarity is what I thirst for,

And my fears are starving my needs.

 

I don’t want to feel a thing,

And the liquor doesn’t ask questions.

My world is dark and cold for a minute,

But the numbness wont last.

 

I can’t see past the smoke,

I can only see the past.

But still, the trees don’t talk back.

 

I rest my head

on whatever will

keep it up at the moment.

 

My regrets are too heavy,

My thoughts moving in slow motion.

 

Burdens buried me under

Brownish-Green meadows

Of melancholy.

My bed sailing down

Rivers of Rum.

 

I see the light,

but it’s burning my eyes.

To my demise,

I can hear God laughing

at my home remedies.

 

Last night,

He turned his blood into

this bottle of wine.

And my faith adapted strength.

 

Last night,

He turned these munchies

Into Food for Thought,

And my knowledge gained weight.

 

This morning,

I woke up,

Hand scanned the surfaces.

Until it came upon a glass of clarity,

And alas…

I was replenished.

 

-Leighrick

Sessions

Sitting in this chair high

Getting looks from left and right

Shifty eyes

But they be looking at me like,

baby damn, why?

Why you gotta be so cute an irresistible ?

So down to earth, so individual

Been this way since a kiddo,

No kidding tho.

I use to just sit up on the counter, and watch moms cook dinner

Now, I come home, rummage through the refrigerator

just to find some chicken dinners.

Currently

My pockets looking thinner,

But my skin is thicker.

Not a beginner, I’m in it til the end.

Like a winner

Communicate to the population these days are not the end.

We all want to claim we are the change

But we seldom change ourselves, no more often then we change our linens

Typing notes on the notepad

Technological Composition.

See The beat pulled me into this black hole

I always knew I was a star.

In the zone

I feel it In my bones

The blood rushing sends

Shivers up my spine

That’s why I’m sitting here with these glossy eyes, and a smile that shines.

 

-Leighrick

Beauty Without its Disguise

A bouquet of aroma,
flowers rolled up behind my ears
I think
a blaze could break this silence.

Hazy visions,
I see through the past, into the shadows, and past the smoke.

Not a cloud in the sky.
Take me high..

Chiefin, but this tipi is the temple of my pride.
Im self conscious about my conscience.

As I inhale the self of this esteem,
My feet raise above the ground,
Kissing Mother Earth goodbye, as I am thanking God for her medicine, that temporarily cures everything.

I reach to grab a couple stars.
Ive puffed my bed of clouds, and now I shall lay in it.
Friends and kin are passers by,

Is it healthy to idolize a drug, because its ugliness is perceived as beauty?

Looking out from glossy eyes, into a smudge mirror,
I see my self, clearly, clear eyes, realize that clearly these real lies only deceive the outsiders.
The truth and the beauty are within, the pain.

Is it wrong to think Im loved?
I hold it in longer, and longer, and
The taste just seems to kiss my lips, so sweetly.

Do you know the feeling?
Do you feel the same?

When the stress gets thicker, as does the smoke.

Often I am the lone star, in Life’s game,
Does this make us teammates?
If true, I’ll assist you, then hit the Swish-er, and make it count
down
3-2-1
Blast Off.

Leighrick

Hempathy : Staring Through Vanity.

I collaborated with my twin, Samuel, and we’ve created “Hempathy”. This piece branching from a simple conversation. “Is a secret truly a secret, if everyone knows it, but no one talks about it?

Shit, all i feel is hempathy, that’s hemp therapy simply

I’m a smoke till I see God and ask him why I feel this way mentally

Signed, yours truly, sincerely hoping that my best wishes are not just farewells to sanity

While I blow Kush smoke in mirrors subconsciously embracing vanity, and talking to myself–

 

A controlled free spirit trying to think of a purpose, is it worth it?

My heart wants to jump out my chest just so I can put this work in

I start feeling like, “damn do I deserve this?”

Whether I weather the storm, this forecast is my own, this black cloud is only following me

When it rains my cup is filled — half full, tho inside I feel so empty

Success is so tempting!

The weight of the world is on my shoulders and all I feel is sympathy.

Visions of visionaries screaming knowledge from the cemeteries.

In the moment I was being birthed I felt God’s whispers as he spoke to me.

The smoke clears. There’s no longer clarity.

Sitting at the vanity 2 hazed eyes, and the 3rd one so vivid that it scares me.

 

Cry for help like a newborn left in a bin, or for some brotha without a motha heading straight for the pen,

I cleaned my slate with those tears and headed straight for my pen,

Then walked up to the fountain of youth and threw a couple of pennies in, like, here’s my two cents–

That should pay what you’re worth, delusions of immortality,

I’ve been ready for death since birth,

Realize your lies mean nothing, they say the meek shall inherit the earth.

 

Knowledge is power, except it feels more like a curse.

I hand out flowers today because I witnessed tomorrow riding in a hearse.

The gangsta’s spray their semis while the kids run for cover.

Sirens are my alarm clock, while I hide under my covers.

A world unprepared for the voices they’ve silenced by fear.

Not me, I am no longer scared.

I have been scarred interacting with the living dead.

Conniving like con-artist, without guidance I walk amongst the blind.

Pick pocketing every thought.

They don’t get me, but at least they aint got me!

They tried snatching my spirit from me out my cradle just to place me in a tomb.

The killers perish with their intentions, but the believers never die from their wounds.

Imagine spending your whole life trying not to cry.

Misery loves company and the world is its companion.

Birthing monstrosities that  label themselves as super human beings.

Assassins assassinating, I chose to replace them.

If I were to murder one person, it would be –ME!

Because there is one thing I yearn for most is my body to rest and my soul to be FREE

Only then will the mind solider be at ease.

 

Leighrick & Samuel

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