Colors of black & gray
Dance around us
Re-birthing a new haze
Awake
Considering the highs & lows
We get high
And act like we don’t know
Just hellos
No goodbyes
Rolling to the left
Passing to the right
A full session
With dimmed lights
People colored
In black & white
A perfect picture
A poetic sight
We real cool
We real fly
We real high
Above planes in the sky
Never running out
We got the whole supply
From John Donne to Zora Neal Hurston
From spoken word to cursing
Now we become one
Within the smoke
Skipping school
We real cool
Connected by the gray mass in the room
We are one
The person sitting next to you is now you
Black out the night…you run
Praying that no one catch you
You so gone
You might need a new pair of shoes
Un key the locks
Sparked up a fame
Since you joined this 360
Your life will never be the same
Puffing
No cough
Until your lip stick comes off
Pass it to right
Until the smoke covers us all…..
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