Sticky fingers
Blistered hand
Burning silver
Tongue like sand
Paranoia
Endless hunger
Skunk aroma
Stoner
Lungs corrupted black by narcotic class 1
$20 sack, gateway to heroin
Coughing up blood just to pass the time
Grinding up bud shouldn't be a crime
In the kitchen
On the stove
The ignition
Sharp utensil
In each hand
Lost potential
Your third eye asleep
Disabled by the mind control
Damnation to reap
Stain burned upon your mortal soul
You spark another
Sprinkled with crystals to anoint
Transcend to aether
You suck your last breath through a joint