ive been landing on my face. ive been bleeding from my palms. i know this is how we learn. ive been patient, been waiting for my turn. i’m sorry god, i know ive been a disgrace. roll my soul into your joint, just keep that doobie in rotation. knock my ashes in your tray, I used to knock em on my jeans. it seems some things will never change; kept the stains, long after the memories
