A Conversation Between Titans

"Light up, son. I understand how you feel."
So I reached into my pocket, and pulled on some flint & steel
Put it to my face, and inhaled the world at my fingertips
All he could do was grin and his eyes spoke, "Damn I remember how that feels."
Blinked thrice times and looked back at him with a look of disregard
All I could say was, I picked one of your wicked ways.
"It's been a while since we've been able to communicate, tell me what you lust over;
Tell me what's in that dark mind son, show me what you've become."
I blew a smoke ring out, he was shyly impressed
With nothing else to breathe out, I got what was on my mind off my chest
There's this woman, I told you stories about her and her tanned pigment
But at this time I can't tell if my imagination is beginning to blemish
Have you ever felt this way...? I repeated a couple words,
I don't want to play around, but I don't want to settle down just yet with feminine curves
I don't want a girl, but I want my ex-girl to understand it
And when I want one, I don't want to be damaged -- those goods can never be replaced
He looked dead into my jet black pupils, said a sentence influenced
By the way I carry myself, "Now my pupil is no longer the student...
Trust me first-born, every man is either in-between or all the way in it
Love that is... So what you're imagining is not only a figment
But a way of life every man lives by, either going through it or did it
And women are either searching for love at all times on the highest strand, or in it.
Keep this in secrecy; but when your mother said 'No' when I proposed
I was in solitude, and didn't want to fuck any woman with the wildest moves
The doors had been closed, but when she came back around I knew
Some of the wildest hoes this planet has ever grew
And when I say you're making a good decision, run with the info like a lot don't do
Because in truth, if it doesn't feel like it's supposed... you shouldn't play by the rules."
But what if I'm making a mistake? -- What if this isn't my fate?
What if I turned a couple blasphemies into a tragedy, what if I turned snake?
And if so, when is Karma going to catch up to my pace?
I'm not moving ANYWHERE, when does life become make or BREAK?
"Slow your roll, and have faith. Lose the excess weight.
Don't wait for any woman that can't comprehend what a man is trying to say.
Though she sounds like a keeper, I know your vision;
I know you don't believe in karma and those silly superstitions.
I MADE YOU, and in turn our bloodline runs deeper.
Mom said you wrote, it wasn't until I read an excerpt until I believed her.
Where does THAT come from? Don't tell me it's the ether & lye,
You don't need that to touch the clouds to relax your mind."
I ceased it, in all actuality -- it burns my physicality
And my mind is much more stable when it's written rationally.
"Look son, just remember what I said, take it to your grave
Robbing anything they will pay, don't listen to what no one would say,
Carry on your tradition, and don't be led astray by the fiction...
Listen to your soul, fuck what your heart and mind contemplate;
Ok son, Noa....I mean Haze?"
With that the cigarette passed away.