Your words are like bombs spitting verbal shrapnel into the limbs of the world
Severing the artery of the weak and nimble as you sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild

Your words castrate our brains from our souls, leaving us with empty thoughts and ideas
We are left with nothing but envy, pity and remorse as you sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild

Your words are my fuel that ignite the flames of bitter sorrow and my kind heart
I will survive the onslaught of desire and fear as you sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild

Your words no longer hurt me, scorn me or scare me, they don't own me anymore
My weapon is my pen, my power are my words
So go ahead, sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild

I will extinguish the flame