Astronomical thoughts composed inside metaphysical skulls.
Bone structure of tormented slaves,
genes and D-N-A
of Kings resides throughout this Blackman's soul.
As I drift amongst my mental
I see dreams deferred,
goals delayed,
and schemes left to contemplate.
As my journey continues along my cerebral cortex,
I notice that my memory has been depleted
by some foreign substance labeled
T-H-C;
increasing my sensations and reasoning.
Is inhaling the t-h-c worth the lost I'm taking in the memory department;
because my reasoning has been enhanced
and my sensations are far more advanced.
I can't decide,
therefore I resume my cranial ride
throughout my cerebral hemisphere;
I can picture someone trying to vision my cosmic odyssey,
but
they are stuck at the entrance,
unable to overstand my metaphorical message!
