Blogged by Hawa SinghÂ
Fire U r Cold
holding with light very of it’s tip
putting it on our tweatering lips
closing our eyes and getting ready for jolt
then we say fire u r cold..
pushing it hard and thrashing into lungs
every bit of smoke in our respiratory toungue…
fucking it’s systems every day
trying to make it’s own way..
it comes in, it goes out..
making us speak with our every thought
Fire U r cold
with a bit of grass added
it tastes a bit jaded
nothing right nothing wrong
it’s time for getting stonned
flying high, flying low
making us feel very cold
then we remeber that has been told..
fire u r very cold
