One More Time

If I can't fight it, I can't write it, too excited
Felt almost knighted with what's provided
Reality, day-dreams and imagination coincided
But there is too many cops, man, hood is blighted
Thought the flame was out, but wind relighted
I don't smoke, but it's a cuban... so why not try it?
It's fluid like hydrogen and oxygen 2-parts-to-1, reunited
There, I typed it --- goodnight, kid.