Heavy Hell Hash

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