Grass at home, cocaine at "the studio"
And then arrives crack, speed, heroine generations,
Needles and needfulness, both get tucked in.
Just waiting on my guy to re-up at the Meadows…
As Calypso drums and reggae plays til mellow yellows.
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I would like to translate this poem
yeah; exactly the ganja is; beautiful acrostic poem on ganja