IF WE TURN INTO ASHES WHY CANT I SMOKE ? LIFE IS A PUNCH LINE BUT I DONT GET THE JOKE .MATTER FACT ITS A STORY AND MURDER SHE WROTE .
IM ALMOST DOWN , HANGING ON TO THE END OF THE ROPE .THIS CANT BE THE END OF THE ROAD . WONDERING IF IM DEAD ALREADY CAUSE ITS HOT BUT MY HANDS COLD .
WISER THAN A MAN THATS OLD . I KEEP HEARING THE MUSIC THAT YOU HEAR WHEN PEOPLE PUT YOU ON HOLD .
JAZZ IN THE BACKGROUND , AS I INHALE THE SMOKE WATCHING IT COME OUT MY MOUTH SLOW . I MEDITATE WHEN I BLOW .
THIS MUST BE DRO , CAUSE EVERYTHING MOVE WHEN I WALK EVEN THE FLOOR .PEOPLE ARE ITEMS AND THIS WORLD IS A STORE .
YOU GOT TO BUY FREEDOM . YOU STILL IN SLAVERY IF YOU BROKE OR POOR .MY GOD ! NOMORE NOMORE . CANT YOU SEE THAT MY BODY IS SORE .
AND MY SPIRIT IS WEAK . CAN YOU HEAR MY STRIFE WHEN I SPEAK ?I WANNA GO TO HEAVEN CAUSE I KNOW I CANT TAKE HEAT .
IMA QUIT SMOKING WHEN I BURN ALL THE EMOTIONS INSIDE OF ME .THE DEVIL KEEP TRYING ME . TRIALS CREATED A BEAST . I SEE WHAT A LION SEE . IM LEARNING TO DEAL WITH PAIN AND THIS THING CALLED L- I - F - E