From last night out of theshadows we came to today.
With no reasoning what is there that we should say
Its been said that the cure for the fog.
Is to have another bite from the hair of the dog.
For those not sure of how long reality will last
Join me in some bonghits for breakfast.
The world needs some peace if its gonna last
So lets get some bonghits for breakfast.

I saw your glory and the memory won't fade fast.
So lets give thanks with a bonghit for breakfast.
The wounded soul needs a place where it can heal.
Introspection as to why it feels what it feels.
Frosted flakes won't stop the tears from a frosted face.
And rusted wheels won't turn at enough pace.
That can keep the dream from going to waste.
No one can be sure if love is going to last.
So join me in a bonghit for breakfast.

A breakfast of champions and triumph of mind.
The escape of trauma to better bit of time.
When being real is to not forsake being kind.
Looking forward is to avoid being trapped looking back.
Reachable dreams are those we keep on track.
For those not sure of how long reality will last.
Join me in a bonghit for breakfast.
The world needs some peace if its gonna last.
So join me in some bonghits for breakfast.

Edited by: Marcus T. Tolbert...