Thursday, December 2, 2010
notice the smoke wafting in the distance
I know you think it's the cig, but really it's me...
it's the atmosphere that ushers me into the room
I don't even smoke
that would be a contradiction to my steez,
but peep how I cock the cord cap...
brim filtering my eyes
they say the eyes are the window to the soul,
and truth be told I'm a sight to behold
that is if I choose to be seen
see, if my eyes are wide shut,
and I tell you to get these nuts
does that mean my window is closed,
or is just that my focus is elsewhere?