by John Smallshaw
What kills you..
Is not what's within it..the way that you smoke it..
..the way that it chokes ya.
But the way that you deal with the consequence.
I try not to do it.
Actually I keep far away from that king of shit..
..which was named quite well it's..
..just another drag down into hell.
But I ain't no crusader
Not one of them spread it on marmaladers.
Keeping it real
I shuffled the pack
I had my deal.
Three aces..a jack I ain't going back
Stick with what I got.
Who takes the pot..?