Verse to addi

Flashing lights go by, blazing through the night sky, so lovely I sigh, blink with both eyes, teary eyed, like squeezing lemon lime, always number 1 but never a prime, cos past your peak you decline, and im never doing that hard white line, only smoke the spiritual ganja, that makes everything betta, as the smoke wraps around you like a sweater, words manifest into letters, thoughts amplify into images, the cerebral cortex, but dumb guys say “which whore is next” or “which to pour next”, it makes me vexed and stressed, that’s why I smoke the indigo, so I can let go, take off from the roof, I’m gone, poof, like magic trick was all it was, and all it was, was the past present and future blending into one, I am the mindbender, bending the minds of the pretenders, make a vortex when I place em all in a blender, but I practice ahimsa, that means no violence mista, Filipino rasta, smoking that pasta, always being a masta, never a slave, who am I? a king making minimum wage!