[Mind Fuck]

Another Nail In The Coffin

Whether its Menthol or not in this nicotine Temple we're locked using tobacco to Assemble our thoughts before the final Thresh-hold is locked on our Chest fulls of rot...
A Chamber of smoke where it's a Danger to toke, It's Painful I know walking down the street seeing Strangers just choke because of life's Anger invoked
But really to us smokers it's a Simple pleasure, followed by a lungful of sinful nectar. Cats portray it like crack, it'll make ya Skin and neck hurt but that's just 'dry logic' with their minds In the desert
But it does kill Often as such, Waking up in the middle of the night Coughing up blood. And then sadly... Stopping to puff cause in this orgasmic smoke we're Caught in the lust
& This Nicorette is a scheme I still see filtered Cigarettes in my dreams and what do you know. A bic is set in between...
I enjoy my cigs the most usually with a drip, or after some Coochie that i hit, point being that Mind dieing with a Newie in his lips.
It's ironic that this smoke is gunna Lead me to the fire with a unlit square so this exactly what i Need and I desire Soo i'll take this long drag when I See his empire.
Smoke until we Blazed and we all fall, Sip till we 'sideways'... Playing no paul wall, Newports to the filter while i'm here cause all they sell in hell is Salems and pall malls!
Hit cigs softly, Weed is meant for choking. True fire brings out the Deepest of emotions, A Sea inside an ocean. Putting 'squares in a box' guess Mind Geometrically smoking...
But still my life Hangs in the balance, Drugs I indulge that Sprang from my talents & drips off the Fangs of my prowess.
Squares? Of all kinds I'm Hitting em often, So 'cover the top of my burial site w/ a carton' So I can literally be 'Lit/Lid' With my Coffin...

[Mind Fuck]

Another Nail In The Coffin

Whether its Menthol or not in this nicotine Temple we're locked using tobacco to Assemble our thoughts before the final Thresh-hold is locked on our Chest fulls of rot...
A Chamber of smoke where it's a Danger to toke, It's Painful I know walking down the street seeing Strangers just choke because of life's Anger invoked
But really to us smokers it's a Simple pleasure, followed by a lungful of sinful nectar. Cats portray it like crack, it'll make ya Skin and neck hurt but that's just 'dry logic' with their minds In the desert
But it does kill Often as such, Waking up in the middle of the night Coughing up blood. And then sadly... Stopping to puff cause in this orgasmic smoke we're Caught in the lust
& This Nicorette is a scheme I still see filtered Cigarettes in my dreams and what do you know. A bic is set in between...
I enjoy my cigs the most usually with a drip, or after some Coochie that i hit, point being that Mind dieing with a Newie in his lips.
It's ironic that this smoke is gunna Lead me to the fire with a unlit square so this exactly what i Need and I desire Soo i'll take this long drag when I See his empire.
Smoke until we Blazed and we all fall, Sip till we 'sideways'... Playing no paul wall, Newports to the filter while i'm here cause all they sell in hell is Salems and pall malls!
Hit cigs softly, Weed is meant for choking. True fire brings out the Deepest of emotions, A Sea inside an ocean. Putting 'squares in a box' guess Mind Geometrically smoking...
But still my life Hangs in the balance, Drugs I indulge that Sprang from my talents & drips off the Fangs of my prowess.
Squares? Of all kinds I'm Hitting em often, So 'cover the top of my burial site w/ a carton' So I can literally be 'Lit/Lid' With my Coffin...