Come-'See-Me-N...'

Come, 'See-Me-N...'

Eye-can sense
this ink's scent
like thy stink
Cannabis is as it's...

Plungin' protrudin'
seepin' deeper in
relentless in flux,
influencin' thee
mental's confine
meant to  'mess wit'

instead it  just meshes
with the flexin' mind
whenever fluid flows
thru this poetical mine

landin' like Donavan
it's 'verse first goal time'
the poetics given is
word driven, drivin'
it's point, insanely fast
like Nascar-

lane stayin' swayin'
true to what I feel
I do...

I'm 'read-hot'
yet not til I'm done
forever n' always
simply moved by
the Greatest One...


the Father's son!