Holy Smoke

I think i'm ready to quit

Commercials sets the precedent

The truth is ruthless with the smoothest of pestilence

I tried to finger point what ashes to anoint

Till i found allow that couldn't strip joint at the hip

Selling point was demographics

The younger the better, your brother would sell' er some antics

Antics, zany is the brain you get de-fried

But the companies are hungry for this distant design

Or the youth culture supulca, two users

And doomed futures, an industry for the heartless business man

Business plans are in-demand but this man be drastic

Cause they're nothing more american

Than smoking someone's bones from out the closet

They probably just have decapitated names

Cold-gated scums with that home on the range

Pages of scripture about pain and evictions

With a field of caskets, a modern damascus

Into my abode humble

Stumbling over opposing numbers

Crumbled pillars under which a mother wouldn't know comfort

But let me get this straight, you seem to avoid the subject

Of leaving zig-zag's in my room, how fitting, now getting upset

With the blue smoke floating in my attic

The window might be open but the epilogue is tragic

See, i'm not your average kid, ma

Deader scene crowds slangin

Dang it, my basement was a green house

Hanging at my work bench, playing games, lighting matches

And sir, you don't have a job so your lighting the assets

I'm grinding my aspects i except this from your contest

The last cat in your line left my mother snowblinded

But coke floats...when your dealing with a dreamer

That man took her for a ride and left her at the cleaners

Bad blood cousin, this is the last place i have left

And when i die i don't wanna choke on my last breath

New jerusalem, i pass an alley with an only daughter

And a suit to use and hands to dip a jay in holy water

Rolled with care, coin-instruction manual wrapping

For the blunt butts to come in this actual happening

She's lesser for knowing more

He just turns and says "probably"

Drinks at elevation than what preserves dead bodies

And that's what she was doin, eyes that hope to learn

That the smoke had a voice, that burning bush that spoke to her

The door next to her was church for misdirected people

The ministers were on a chase that was less than steeple

Evil pains, lastic gain, act so strange

That bearded old man seemed his being was inside stained glass

I look away hear doctors asks infected patients

For cash to scratch like they were passing collecting plates

My boy "chuckles" quietly claim me "it's only dope

It doesn't make frankincense

It's holy smoke"