The devil has my soul
We even share a bunk
Every hour we smoke a bowl
And then he gets me drunk
The shit that we smoke
Lets him drill holes in my brain
Every time I take a toke
A piece of my life swims down the drain
There’s nothing like a burning bush
With me he can always share
So we smoke that devil Kush
And then we blow it in the air
After were good and blazed
We share a bottle of Bacardi
I was never so amazed
To know that hell can throw a party
Since hell burns with red
I spark my blunts on the ground
And since inside I am dead
I can smoke myself a pound
Until I came to this place
I never heard of green crack
So we have a smoking race
Until my lungs turn black
If you smoke in hell
Then you smoke that death
And you know that smell
When you smell my breath
My body wash is haze
And I shower in champagne
I start my day with to J’s
Getting high is my campaign
Shit here is so dank and so dry
That I don’t know what to call it
Always gets me sky high
Even off of just a small hit
I call it heavy hell hash
Let THC run through your veins
Smoke the rest until you crash
And scrape it later for remains
God dam . . .
I’m just in my own space
It’s like I smoked my last gram
And lost what I cannot replace
I’m gonna turn my lungs black
Puff that shit till they’re on fire
And unless they holler back
I’ll smoke them raw till they expire
One hit, two hit
Three hit, four
Why is there blue spit?
On my clean floor
Oh yeah the blue dream
It had so many crystals
Blowing out blue streams
Smoking on fistfuls
So many herbs to choose from
And so much time to kill
Sipping captain Morgan rum
Sparking an L with a 100 dollar bill
Take a fat rip
From my magic made bong
Just don’t trip
Cause it’s gonna hit you strong
This spider was white
White widow was his name
So I rolled him up tight
Then I put him to the flame
Looked just like snow
So dank and so dry
And it burns so slow
So I smoke till I fry
It’s hard to live my life
When the devils in control
It’s like he took a fat knife
And cut out my very soul
My soul is his toy
And its something he abuses
He says it brings him joy
I want mine but he just refuses
I remember back in the day
When I was in the group home
Digging in the ash tray
Getting smoked out of my dome
Coming up on bottles left and right
Sharing with the homies there
Getting faded feeling light
I got some homie love to spare
Though hell burns hot
my blood is still cold
I try to keep what I still got
now that my soul is sold
Now things seem strange
Things seem odd
I’m stuck trying to change
In a place with no God
I can feel my brain split
And I can see my life flash
I know that I can quit
But I’m sinking in ash
Smoking and taking shots
Enhance me hearing voices
It fuckx with my thoughts
And influences my choices
Hey tell me to do bad
They say I am not real
These random noises make me mad
Don’t think my brain will ever heal
Demons never leave me be
Everywhere I go is haunted
I knew that weed was never free
Time to relax was all I wanted
The tables could turn
I could cut off my puppet strings
Then I can choose to stay and burn
Or grow myself a pair of wings
Option B seems smart
But I’ll need back my soul
I can earn it with my heart
By taking back control
I smoke every once and a while
But I don’t let it smoke me
I came out of hell with a smile
Self control was the key