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On the corner with glass vials full of purple rocks
Selling pure amethyst to my people to make them raise their brows balancing energy from the third eye
Watching either side of me for cops that want to stop selling hope to the consciousness of the melanated people
I am their rockstar pulling heart strings like Jimi's guitar but play no instrument
Selling weight from my pockets that makes minds heavy as chakras open
My drug of choice takes them on a high that never ends as they chase it to the sky touching the rings of distant planets being hugged by the universe
The sober sleep soundly as my users stay woke forever...
