Dear, Fall

Dear fall, I wonder when will you let me fall?
I'm sittin in the sky like an angle from God,
I just kick push like im ready to brawl,
Vans on my feet logo off the wall.
When will i make the call? Just know when i do its over for you all.
Cause if i come out the sky, just know im dressin flyer then fly.
Smokin kush, that would make me higher than high.


(Ahhh, dont attack me. I never finish shit. I'll just come back and edit this post when my though process is back in order.)