Creeping  though the town looking for something to smoke,  


They don't care about money cause they rather go broke,

They got the solution its written in this wrap,  

Everybody sells it it's all on the maps,  

Dark red eyes and the movements is stiff,  

You can catch a contact if you get a whiff,

It comes in different colors ain't no need to be picky,  


They ain't worried bout God but this could be risky,

They love the slow Burns but it's slowly burning they're souls,

They ain't worried bout nothing but fulfilling those holes,

They smoke into they're lungs get numb,

The worlds slowed down they're forever young,

They're on top of the world trying to hide these emotions,

God still loves you he doesn't hide his devotion,  

They rather feel free then  wait for freedom,
  
This life that they chose is more then treason,

God will still forgive no need to feel shame,

So start today and burn that flame,