Mary Jane is talking to me
Saying time is coming to you slowly
She said ima hit your brain vitally
& you won't even go back to fucking reality
It would hit me
When she wants to hit me
My brain well function
& my poems well kick newly destruction
Above the clouds
Where the cannabis surrounds
Those with hidden potential
& not those with 30 seconds of commercials
You know what I saying
4:20 is what we're waiting
So get your piece & bongs ready
Cuz that day is going to be heavy
Hell on earth
Will be loose
& it will be the real fuckin stoners rebirths