Powdered Pebbles~~How Mother Nature became apart of the drug

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James Thomas
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Powdered Pebbles~~How Mother Nature became apart of the drug

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“POWDERED PEBBLES”

Rain drops, rain drops, falling from the skies, drip drops, drip drops, you can hit it and get high, it's a drug epidemic, that's very well disguised, it's powdered pebbles, that's embedded in your mind, you know, some call it the horse, known as the white horse, and some get on-board and can never let it go, it's these rain drops-rain drops, you can put it in yo' pipe, powdered pebbles, powdered pebbles, one hit and you're alright, open up yo' eyes, then look to the skies, it's a white powdery pebble, now delivered from the sky, this came about, from a corrupt and disruptive world, it may sound absurd, but now our clouds in recess, from all the smoke it has absorbed, they too now addicted, to riding that white horse, open up yo' eyes, now look to the skies, and you'll see clouds form horses, that's unbelievable to the eye, powdered pebbles, powdered pebbles, falling from the skies, it's a new drug epidemic, that lets everyone get high, you may look dazed and close yo' eyes, then open yo' eyes and look to the skies, then what you see is hard to cope, cause clouds form pipes, as they began to smoke, the streets become foggy, people catch contractual highs, sirens start sounding, newscasters advise, everyone to stay inside, the clouds began, to roar these thunderous sounds, I’m watching crack heads tweaking, as they feel on the ground, they picking up pebbles, zoned out of their minds, trust me, overdoses are created, by the flakes that came down, so if you know what I know, Armageddon is near, and he's using mother nature, to wipe out enemy peers, so sometimes it's safe, to stay inside, unless you got a death wish, mother nature’s always outside, for when you go out does, you don't have to smoke, but when you enter the fog, you will for surely choke, choke on new world order, for if you're week--you're a feen, only the strong ones, have great self esteem, if you don't believe this, just go on this note, fictions and theories and facts that I see, Armageddon’s got a new reef, that could condone all thee.

Written by: James P. Thomas, jr.
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Teesie
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Wow. That was really good. It's an interesting outlook, I never thought of it in that way. Thanks for sharing James. Keep it up.
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