Friend Or Foe Testo

Verbal on too, high flight rising in you,
frontalizing too much too fast.
High energies come to pass.Herbal
disaster, faster if consumed on a full
moon night. Light the spliff and ignite,
let aid come up fight. Demons
rise, concealed by day's dazed now
content with the right time to have
their own ways, to run the puzzle maze.
Face herbal one too. Strike at you
if they want to attack you, and if they
ain't tame they will come at you.
Are you my ally or the devil's weed?
...And I couldn't recognise the one
before me. A dark shade, a shadow of
Daze.
I was up in smoke and headed to mars...
I recall one day as sky child. Dreaming
about no while, no time. No ways to
differentiate from all the related fate.
Those days when wild was wild and
tame was tame. NOne other than that
other wild child breaking in me. The
calm making of me, awakening me.
...Staring deeply at the shades, insistent
I came to recognise my hidden
self, the one that tells tale to the
storyteller, and he noticed so,
smiling leaning forward concealing no
more, revealing his guiding identity
for me...
It was ten of them, coming along riding
wild horses looking as venomous as
all us. One hundred men. That day was
dark, fit blackest night. Animus,
dark in the heart in us, one hundred and
ten beating as hard as the
animals, Burning to fight. Bloodlust. The
beasts turned on each other in
heat. The numbers came weak. Leaving
nothing but meat and the scent of
defeat. Of the reaper. Then I met god
th ehero in fear of one
Hundred
percent karma and no percent accident.
One hundred percent reefer showed me
my roots. Yeah.
...The message had been delievered and
the shadow returned to the underlying
depths. This time round the tale had
spoken of intent and the
interconnected. Of sacrifice and bliss
and of the invisible...