Talk a little. Say a lot.

Stoned may at times be the way of the walk
But senseless is often the code of the streets
Perverse thoughts toughen the hidden senses

I find myself up nights in a daze sans the purple haze
Amazed at how much more coherent these words become
Once imprinted on formerly blank pages

A never-ending soul-searcher trying to find my way
Lost in the abyss of sunkissed disses
I dismissed charges of insincere candor
With the air of an unaffected shrug
Not necessarily meant to be smug
Sometimes n!ggas need unprovoked hugs

-muthafuqin me