I was staring at the clouds, while walking in dreamland.

There I am, on the grass,without a single plan.

I see an airplane, wishing I was in it.

Throwing my thoughts into the sky, there is no limit.

I'm gonna tell the pilot to head straight to wisconsin

So I can phone you up to let you know that I'm comin.

You make me sing and bare with my unskilled vocals.

When you play your uke(ukeleili),my ears are on focus.

You can sing your songs, and i'll always listen.

You do have the skills, so my sayings ain't sweetened.

I give you props,along with the rest.

But you don't have to believe me, or anyone else.

Just keep on doing what you do, and my bad.

didn't mean to compliment you, but it's a fact.

You can sing,whether you believe it or not.

And I know, i'm being annoying so I should stop.

I'll get to the point, just give me time to breathe.

Cause you being you, is the water for my seed.

And now that the plant has risen above the soil.

Listen to my fruitful words,before they spoil.

The ink spills driven with motivation. My writtens can become oneselfs preservation. It's an evidence, or some can call it facts. You're the main reason that I wrote this poetic rap.

With my back on the grass, and my belly towards the sky.

I'm still laying down,thinking about tonight.

You told me not to wait,but I just can't help it.

I have to fill the void of time,I have to kill it.

Chill,relax,smoking cigs(cigarettes) on the curb.

I chainsmoke untill I start feeling like the birds.

Smo-smo-smoke untill you're satisfied.

While I'm right here giving cheers and high fives.

Wi-wi-wishing you were here.

When all I can do is toast with my peers.

I let the glass touch(cheers),take the shot,then let it burn.

While they pass the pipe,you anticipate your turn.

When it's your chance to inhale the smoke.

Take a big puff for me,the kind that will get ya to choke.

And I'll be right here, downing my 151.

Letting you waltz into my mind, as I finish up on this rum.

The ink spills driven with motivation. My writtens can become oneselfs preservation. It's an evidence, or some can call it facts. You're the main reason that I wrote this poetic rap.