It's not weed that I heat up as a roach/
with marlboro smoke to choke up my throat/
close my lungs up n' swallow my chest/
dizzy n' faint - like it just hollowed my flesh/
bottled n' blessed sold by scheme artists/
gargled then spat out like elm street targets/
a dream market that got started by vandles../
with enough adrenaline for any heart to handle/
light a candle in memory - cancer smoked ya'/
choked ya', crushed ya' bones n' broke ya'/
no answers wrote a good line in the report/
so they stood on trial.. fine days ahead in court/
