Poetry

MAKE A VOYAGE WITH GANJA SEEDS ON THE GANJA SHIP... 
... IF IT GETS BROKE YOU GROW THE MATERIALS AGAIN!
FIBRE CLOTHES FOR THE FIGHT...THE JUICE WE STILL SIP...
... WTF THEY WANNA BURN IT ALL THEY'RE MUST BE INSANE!
DAMN, IT MAKES ME LAUGH... MY CHEST IS TAKING FIRE...
... BUT IT MAKE ME SAD, FOR ALL THIS IS JUST A MOMENT!
I TAKE IT ALL IN. WHY THE FUCK THEY CALL ME FAYA...
... DARK AIR TAKING PART IN MY RESPIRATION!
DISCARD THE PAST ITS NOT MINE WAS NEVER THERE...
... NOT TOO MANY THOUGHTS HIT HARD WITHOUT HESITATION!
LAYING DOWN IN PAIN THAT IS SO RARE...
... FUCK THE SIZE AND THE POWER I DONE FOUGHT LORD KRSNA!
LET HIM PUT ME TO SLEEP FOR THOUSAND WHOLE YEARS...
... HE BEEN BACKFIRING MY SHOTS;WITH SKILLS FROM MY RAVANA
BACK UP AND BLAZING: SPEWING FIRE EVERYWHERE...
SO SCARY AND FIERCE I REALLY WISH THAT YOU WAS THERE!
SAME STORY THIS TIME I CONFESS THAT HE'S THE ONLY AIR.

FIGHT FOR IS.. NOT WAS.. NOT WHAT MIGHT BE...!!
... WHAT IF WE ALL WISHED TO BE IN OUR PRESENT SITUATIONS...
BECAWHYOWIFO