Yes I face the daily prospect
Of this very scary object
This weapon that a lot of you wield
From which there is no shield
Even when I’m in the section prefixed “non-“
I’m taking ‘bout that bit
that stains your teeth & fingers blond
I’m dropping bombshells
Cuz you are all inept
Choosing the #1 cause of death
Not to mention your awful breath

You close talkers
Spitting up hawkers
Coughing up the money that should
Go in your coffers
Coughing up enough tar for a blacktop
With a vice harder to kick than crack rock

You’ve quit many times and been failing as often
Don’t consider what the hell it is costin’
Another nail in the coffin
Your addiction to nicotine is sickening
These companies are vultures
Your flesh they’re pickin’ clean
The spread of cancer’s only quickening
And you’re still bickering
Not seeing the bigger thing

The industries lobby to control your body
Reminds me of another time when people were commodities
They call it chain smoking cuz you’re still in shackles
Slave to tobacco
Working the fields like a back-ho

But it ain’t black, yo
It ain’t white, dude
And I’ll never lighten up on those lighting up
I’m quite rude
And you must be a bettin’ man
Thinking you gon’ take your time
And encircle me with your second-hand
And front like the hazard is disputed and unsure
That’s why when I go to a concert
I turn to a monster
It’s a concern

You really need to hold up
As you puff in the ride with the windows rolled up
Or down as your kid in the backseat drowns
When my pops would take us out I’d always tie a shirt around
My nose, Lord knows, pleading got us no’s
Up until I saw my father hooked up to every kind of hose
Helpless

One life
And that is all your health is
But you oppress yourself
So we can’t call you selfish
But do you care?
It seems unlikely
Letting false advertising marlburrow itself
Into you psyche
Now with sugar for kids to find more enticing
Your justifications are not sufficing

You claim you just like the physical motion
Of lifting a smoke and
Really
You’re just fulfilling the pitiful quotient

See, you’re old now, and it ain’t cool no more, it’s putrid
And we know the effects, as much as they suppress it, it’s lucid
That’s why I don’t hang out with smokers, y’all to fucking stupid
We need soldiers, and you are ill-suited
Cuz if you’re not strong enough to stand up to that
Then you just ain’t got the point
So forget your cigarettes
I’ll have me a joint

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Thanks for reading
~Jam