I SMOKE WEED AND KNOW THINGS IT IS MY SUPER POWER

I am feeling a little manic today, lately, it seems like another joy ride of a day I pick up my almighty sword for some unearthly reason lately  I have a lot of knowledge that somewhere inside the back walls of my mind I kept stored over a thousand years like an erupting volcano it is starting to ooze thoughts and my life experiences like burning lava leaving such a flavorful taste in my mouth no I can not explain what it is so colorful about

I am like Yogi, not your average bear, I am one intelligent son of a bitch it just happens to be that I drop the F-bomb like the holy book drops psalms, I climbed the colorado mountaintops, and waited for the sounds to drop, I traveled many planets crossed many seas and worlds shook the hands of all the Gods and mystical creatures I petted all the animals on Noah's ark, I tickled the fat bellies of all versions of the false idols the one I liked the most was the past version of myself after I put my ego I'm sorry I meant eggo on the shelf

I might be at peace at last so please do not make me go savage as I did in my past yes now I am kind but like I keep repeating never cross that double-taped line for I smoke weed and know things my wrath to yourself you do not want to bring because once again I became that poetic assassin