Some simple, some old, all SmF
It's all meant to fall from time to time
like winter comes and chills my spine,
Moonlight shines and then I rhyme,
this seems to happen every time.
---SmF
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Things fall apart and come back together,
and thats why I pardon all of this bad weather,
but wether or not it really gets better,
it's better for thought to be spelled with letters.
---SmF
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As I would fall into night
I thought stall and I'm like
if I can find
the love of my life
then all eye sea wood all be alright...
I could make a raft or something,
and then float over the ocean...
...Yeah thats it.
---SmF
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Sometimes I find myself just sitting alone
within the trees or just sitting at home
sit in cities just stuffed with silicon
spitting still I rome right on my own
---SmF
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Came back from a long journy of mist and haze
smokes form in a different stage
indifferent ways to
raise resin levels
cover bronchiole glazed
with a greener devil
spitting smoking steam
like kettels
which can calm a scream setteled,
or can make a dream meddled,
smoke to get a hold of the let me lose it,
chose to use the muse of confusion,
to tie up the loose ends of your joint,
to dull and smudge the sharpness of the point.
---SmF
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pre-summer over scenes in a summary
mapped out in front of me was a mystery oh so stunningly full of inspiration and pure serendipity
cryptically reading a book, dressed down so no one would look, she was smoking my hook cigarettes hoping I'd look, and after a quick trip to that hip coffee spot yo so I could sip that shot of espresso cold or hot special needed that vulgar cough that death pull, so I asked this random smoking a cig hoping she'd give me a grit and take the time to ignite it.
She did... ill
then we were spilling words until
Time I couldn't find it & the moment stood still
---SmF
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I let her lead her misperceptions
the point of my standing
grew misconceptions
into frayed threads
of discontent disconnection
Tangled mass of bent hairs
in dreads
the lost and fed up
cut it off
and toss the mess aside
---SmF
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speed balls past free trips
slip tips of needles
intervenes liquid inner evil
needs crawl back
but don't you fall back
over dose its all wack
thats all in your past
forgive me if this is lacking tact
all that I ask
is that you don't relapse
now even though we spit them paths.
Cause if you did I'd slip I'd crash
if you remark with tracks
Yo,
my only wish is that you
surpass any duress
and encounter only success
only the best
find balance in all of this mess
all of it blessed
nothing less yo, nothing less...
---SmF
like winter comes and chills my spine,
Moonlight shines and then I rhyme,
this seems to happen every time.
---SmF
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Things fall apart and come back together,
and thats why I pardon all of this bad weather,
but wether or not it really gets better,
it's better for thought to be spelled with letters.
---SmF
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As I would fall into night
I thought stall and I'm like
if I can find
the love of my life
then all eye sea wood all be alright...
I could make a raft or something,
and then float over the ocean...
...Yeah thats it.
---SmF
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sometimes I find myself just sitting alone
within the trees or just sitting at home
sit in cities just stuffed with silicon
spitting still I rome right on my own
---SmF
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Came back from a long journy of mist and haze
smokes form in a different stage
indifferent ways to
raise resin levels
cover bronchiole glazed
with a greener devil
spitting smoking steam
like kettels
which can calm a scream setteled,
or can make a dream meddled,
smoke to get a hold of the let me lose it,
chose to use the muse of confusion,
to tie up the loose ends of your joint,
to dull and smudge the sharpness of the point.
---SmF
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pre-summer over scenes in a summary
mapped out in front of me was a mystery oh so stunningly full of inspiration and pure serendipity
cryptically reading a book, dressed down so no one would look, she was smoking my hook cigarettes hoping I'd look, and after a quick trip to that hip coffee spot yo so I could sip that shot of espresso cold or hot special needed that vulgar cough that death pull, so I asked this random smoking a cig hoping she'd give me a grit and take the time to ignite it.
She did... ill
then we were spilling words until
Time I couldn't find it & the moment stood still
---SmF
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I let her lead her misperceptions
the point of my standing
grew misconceptions
into frayed threads
of discontent disconnection
Tangled mass of bent hairs
in dreads
the lost and fed up
cut it off
and toss the mess aside
---SmF
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
speed balls past free trips
slip tips of needles
intervenes liquid inner evil
needs crawl back
but don't you fall back
over dose its all wack
thats all in your past
forgive me if this is lacking tact
all that I ask
is that you don't relapse
now even though we spit them paths.
Cause if you did I'd slip I'd crash
if you remark with tracks
Yo,
my only wish is that you
surpass any duress
and encounter only success
only the best
find balance in all of this mess
all of it blessed
nothing less yo, nothing less...
---SmF