The Smoke

My flow'll get you high....

The smoke that's in my mouth becomes the smoke that's in my nose,
which transforms to the smoke that's in my lungs; as smokers go,
I'm tame by average standards which is measured by the toke,
I pull and cough real hard; I'm damn near leveled while I choke.

The sadness and depression pretty soon will turn to glee,
for those who wanna drink instead you all will learn from me,
that alcohol is worse than bud; just go and look it up,
you gon do you regardless so you may ask "look for what?"

For nothing but to gain the knowledge y'all; expand your mind,
if searching for intelligence then I'm the man to find,
the swift and cunning linguist to which wordplay is a game,
no doubt that I inhale these words and exhale blazing flame.

The smoke is relaxation for my mental; please believe,
that Im'a spark it up until my body cease to breathe,
the smoke is in the air which means the smoke is in my clothes,
I'll speak and get you high cause yo, the smoke is in my flow.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

This piece is just me comparing my rhyme flow to smoking weed.