Have you smoked a cigarette down to a bust down,
Just look at it,
Don't flick the ashes,
Look at the way the cigarette and fire clashes,
Doesn't it look like the prison of hell?,
Now sniff the air you blow your smoke in,
Sniff the smell,
We don't notice this when we smoke weed,
because the high is what we need,
So we dip that ash,
So fast,
Weed grows from the ground,
So we say god gave it to us,
Now,
How,
Does that sound?,
one thing we should learn is,
We in the devil's playground,
Weed gives us cancer,
Cigarette brain damage,
I mean that the other way around,
I had to throw a rhyme in there,
I can't wait to finish this poem,
So the pot heads can stop and stare.