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Weed Chronicles – Volume One

So… Like Most Thoughts & Activities When High, They’re Very Spontaneous And Seem To Come In No Chronological Order…

I Have Been Meaning To Put Into Words The Thoughts That Go On Inside My Head When High For A Very Long Time.

The Wait Is Over…

So I’ve Smoked Up With My People. And I’m Walking Home.

I Start Freestyling While Walking Along. And I Eventually Come Up With This…

Commitment,

Put Me In A World I Don’t Know,

In A Fight I Can’t Win,

In A Position Where I Can’t See My Toes As The Darkness Closes In,

And The Fight That I Show,

Shows You What You Thought You Know,

That The My Main Strength Lies Within…

I Think I Was Basically Talking About My Commitment, And Dedication To My Family And Friends. That Even If The Situation Was A No Win One. I Would Fight For Them.

Commitment Sparked My Brain Into Action, I Started Thinking About Relatives Who Have Passed Away – I Then Remembered That I Was Walking Quite Near Where My Grandma Once Walked Into A Lamppost  I Look Up And BANG. I Have Walked Face First Into A Hugh Grey Pole. My Phone Has Gone Flying Forwards. How I Pictured It Was Like A Stereotypical Cartoon Character Running Into Something. Where They Look Like A Table. Both Legs And Arms Up, Wrapped Around The Lamppost. I Got Up, Dusted Myself Down And Carried On Walking…

As I Ventured On, Bearing In Mind It Was Like 1am. I Saw What Looked Like A Person Sitting On A Wall On The Other Side Of The Road. I Convinced Myself It Wasn’t A Person. But A Bin On A Wall. Then A Dog. As I Stood Opposite And Got A Proper Look, It Was An Elderly Man Wearing All Black With His Head Between His Knees. I Contemplated Asking Him If He Was Okay… I Kept It Moving…

Another Freestyle Moment, Seeing Where The Lido Once Was On Peckham Rye Reminded Me Of My Time As A Kid Growing Up In Brixton… Here’s What Came Out…

When I Roamed The Streets It Was With A YoYo In My Hand,

A Ninja Turtles Action Figure Tucked Into The Band,

On My Jeans,

Saw Batman Do It So Why Can’t We,

Our Life Was An Imitation We Were Yet To Define Unique,

But I Know What We Need,

Water & Light To Plant The Seed Of Life,

And Escape…

I Carry On. For Some Reason Peckham Still Holds This Reputation As ‘Being Dangerous’ – I Thought To Myself That I Haven’t Actually Seen Any Goons About For Like 6 Months. Then Three Figures Turned Round The Corner, Speaking Loudly. I Was Like FUCK. So I Crossed The Road, Keep It Calm, What’s The Point. Head Down. Step By Step. They Walk Past… It’s Three Asian Men Talking About Football. *Wipes Brow*

As I Turn Onto Rye Lane, I See A Police Car. Stationary. And Burst Into My Last Free Style Of The Night…

Fuck The Po Po,

Fuck The Po Po,

Why Do The Old Bill Always Think They’re Right,

They Weren’t There When The First Guy Swung The Right,

And The Second Guy Ducked,

And The Third One Bounced,

They Entered Blowing The Whistle When The Crowd Departed,

Shouting Loud Words But Everyone Had Allowed It…

Not Sure What I Make Of That. Or What You Will.

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@FeFeDean

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@FeFeDean London. Black Women. Clothes. Weed. Music.

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