You thought that I was easy
But you vaped my lyrics,
now I'm stuck in your lungs,
Cemented words that you cant exhale,
cremated within you.
now comatose verses,
that you thought were strawberry
But when you swallowed,
you never chewed.
Now you got razor wire cuts
lacerating you inside.
With every inhale of my lyrical chemical cloud.
You think I'm easy to swallow,
breathing my verses that never leave you,
my words are like asthma on your generation.
Making you wheeze when you don't inhale
enough of my lyrical verse.
They tried to ban me,
every one wants to breath me in.
I'm like a exhale that clouds your thoughts,
but you'll still smoke my verses till
you got tubes huffing and puffing.
Knowing that your last breath
will have my words clinging to your lungs...
Me in in liquorice
kisses that will last on your lips.
I'm the last kiss you taste,
my words will be
on your deathbed..
Here lies verses
that were simple
but never left you.
cremated with the words
I choked on the lyrics.....
but I'd smoke them again.
selfless until I want you to be
always thinking of me
until you realize you can be selfish by slowly killing yourself
"nicotine is nicotine is nicotine" :
words from my own mother
holding me to a standard she won't follow.
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