on my way to get pops

rollin... in a black chevy silverado. on my way to get pops. no stops by cops that roll past on patrol to console those in need. in deed, its guaranteed to deseed the weed before takin tokes. but i don't smoke and that's no joke. used to but i had to stop. on my way to get pops. word. alert the masses that class begins soon. in the afternoon i pop balloons and watch cartoons until 3:00 pm. on my way to get pops and see him put his luggage in the back of the truck. had a dream that seemed so real. i was once again swimming through an underwater beehive, seeing live performances of my favorite bands on the ocean floor. the more i start swimmin im beginnin to see 8 foot underwater trees that make a beautiful scene lean against what it used to mean to be dope and not in the way to make you cope. as i'm lifted out of the water, i see three versions of tynman, my dog. no fog or smog but a nice sunny day. so i fly towards the middle one, and we both fly to a small island, where i see a tiny man find a stick and scrape a line in the sand. almost like he was expecting us. he warns us that there's a storm on its way and we need to seek shelter.we find a place, light candles and tynman looks at me and says we need to get home man. then i wake up. now i sit here, connected to the world through wifi listening to hip hop. on my way to get pops