"How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it. feat. MMLP

[Camarac]

Moe Money, Moe Problems





Ever sit and get stoned with a group of your friends
and a mixture so potent you’re losing your head?
The hallucinogens inside the drug
improving your senses of sight and touch.
“I’m high as fuck!” my boy Moses declared
some smiled and chuckled, but nobody cared.
Just openly stared, restricted and glued,
the smoke in the air then lifted the mood.
Stoned and aware, we listed in two,
moulded in pairs, then singing ensued.
Keneh bosem filling the room with its heavenly scent
‘til I couldn’t physically move - I’d no strength in my legs!
Moses leapt up and pled “What the heavens?!”
before his desperate attempt to cross the desert.
We got the message, walked through the blaze of the sun,
it wasn't questioned, grouped up, pacing as one.
Still on the essence, in a state of aplomb,
praying the conditions dropped from its peak.
"Straight to the mountain!" Moses had screamed,
the rays were surmounting, following his lead.
A glow was then beaming in the path he pursued
we became unsettled with sand in our shoes
but our tenacious levels had vastly improved.
Moe raced successfully, captured by drugs,
it calmly called him over, so absurd to us,
as he started walking slower, “It’s a burning bush!”
The purple kush made him more aggressive in transit.
“Don’t hurt us punks, Moe!” our procession commanded.
I fetched him some tablets, tried to give him support,
to help settle his antics, as he was tripping his balls!
Any assistance ignored, he just nagged and grimaced,
as sick to the core, we had to stand and witness
him visibly soar as our commands were twisted
and his vision distorted, we planned to shift him.
- At that instant, Moe opened his eyelids,
staring past the kitchen where smoke was still rising.
Moe stood beside me, looking sick as a mutt,
before throwing a whitey and spilling his guts.
He’d been chilling with us and got leaned off the diesel
buy hey, I guess religion is just the opiate of the people…


Camarac
@MMLP