Notes factory

Support one another instead of trying to break echothwr

Enjoy life

Turned 42 today and feel great

Everyday is a lesson

Good morning beautiful people

Ambition speaks volumes

Love naturally and build wisely

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Grams and ounces,
Sticky leaves,
Different names,
That sound astounding.
Thank the Indians,
For these mental leaves,
They smoked in this thing,
Called a peace pipe,
When things got stressful,
These flowers bought mental ease.
Some thank God for planting these,
They went from no price,
To the new way of life,
They found new ways to upgrade it,
I'm mean!
Marry two different seeds,
To make a colorful baby,
That's what u call gene splicing,
Jamaican red head,
Purple Haze,
Hydro,
There's nuffn like'em.
Pineapple express,
Black widow,
Some many ways to compress.
They found out,
They couldn't control,
The way we get ahold of u,
So they turned u legal,
Put u in machines,
Now u got to have card,
Anything over an ounce,
Is still considered illegal.
Different states,
Different laws,
Some grow u in back yards,
Some put u in rooms,
With special lights,
In human terms,
We call it tanning beds,
For u,
I guess it called the same,
Just a more colorful site,
Sumn botanical.
U stand alone in a garden,
Your smell,
Turns some to animals.
A hustlers investment,
And also best friend.
Some call u Mary Jane,
Some call u bud,
And when days stressful,
Some just call u love.
They found out you ease pain,
Turned a bit scientific,
Some learned your secret,
Others fu**ed up your main frame.
Some learned to infuse u,
Now we can taste u,
In our favorite treats,
Some of our favorite soups,
Main dishes,
U become a tasteful seasoning,
You were made for a reason,
A beautiful rose bud,
I mean!
Ya real name is ma*****na,
But from the earth u rose up.

~jmel~

Just some side s**t I'm doing, got a few more inserts for it, haven't titled it yet, too many thoughts in my head.

A touch of notes

My birth name is Jamel, but when I go into my writers world I either go by ~ j'mel~ or j notes.

Just me living,
J apostrophe Mel,
The notes,
That's my spoken word,
My mental work,
My goal to realizing,
Structure building,
Had to learn,
To put my mental first.
Feelings contained,
Learned to smile,
Even when my energy's drained.
Its best to single out,
Ya enemies name.
Let me give yall a touch of notes,
Just some things,
I'd thought I'll explain.
I know the difference,
Between friends and haters,
There's a reason to my silence,
Thats my brain and heart navigator.
I love unconditionally,
If I feel the love is officially.
I mean!
I know some are thirsty sharks,
Tryna find a Nemo,
My grind is relevant,
My thoughts are simplistic,
My hunger,
Can be a bit evil.
I mean!
I go hard for what I want,
Take chances when I love.
I know the taste of victory,
Know feeling of giving up.
It's the meaning of being fu**ed,
But sitting ya ass down,
Drawing a new picture up.
Life has a true meaning,
Some just hasn't learn to dig her up.
Never been the type,
To define by race,
We all bleed the same,
Walk and talk,
Sometimes make the same mistakes.
Only fake claim to be great,
But a humble individual,
Would break bread,
When they see others,
Eating corn flakes,
Grilled cheese and tomato soup,
A family of 5,
Sharing a can of peas.
My heart's heavy,
Some say,
I have no feelings,
But I'll give anyone the shirt off my back,
Treat a homeless man to Micky D's.
Far from perfect,
But got a beautiful outline.
Rather walk away from drama,
But take me for a fool,
Believe I'm breaking some rules.
I'm a mixture of Claudia rose,
Bernard Micheal,
Just a bit more humble,
With the same vicious rumble.
I gotta groove that a move u,
So if u don't show me the true u,
I got two choices to make,
Either destroy u or lose u.

~j'mel~
A touch of notes