Bartender fill me up,
Give me more of my drug,
I crave for a drink,
A drink of my love,
Another round bartender,
Hurry up! I need more!
My soul is set a blaze
When my love fills my gut.
I can smoke it, red eyes, take a big puff
As high like a kite, in my minds imagination.
But I prefer when I drink it,
It's stronger, and I fill with pride
As I fill my eyes of the irie words, which I choose to rhyme
The loops and journeys my mind can expose
Fill me up batender!
I need more
Fill me up of the drug
I crave, write and imagination comes to life
Fill me up bartender of a poem tonight
