The Cynical Mind of a Pothead Skater Jared Preciado

I know I’ve been a cynic Tell me how are y’all so optimistic Blessings swerving out my way like they riding ripsticks I know I’m gonna get it Girls will kiss your lips, but only for a minute Then toss you in the trash like your ass is empty lipstick I know I’m gonna fix it, I know I’m gonna fix me But lately I don’t get it, this shit is not an edit Life is just like Reddit because it’s unfiltered Hey man, that’s A-OK Life is like a slot machine because you gotta pay to play Like a Kobe jumper everybody seems to fade away Everyday I go to skate Do it on the day to day When I fall at least I feel the scrapes Pop it like an ollie that’s an onomatopoeia Pop it like the molly that I’d take before I’d re-up Feeling like John Cena Nobody can see us Impossible is nothing that’s a word to Adidas Lotta dudes around once they see that you have made it Lotta fools around once they see the stacks you making Lotta cruel profound actions police have been taking But you not gon’ call the bloods when your ass is getting raided People dish it out but it seems like they can’t take it Why you making cake if you know that you hate baking Michael J. Fox knees shaking and they quaking I drank a lot of Henny so my tummy’s fried like bacon I got it all together and can’t help but think it’s funny I was happier when I was broke than when I got this money Maybe all the drugs created some unnatural façade In a den of thugs the only love comes from loving God

Poem by Jared Preciado