Artist: Eyedeal aka: "Verbal Shells", "Verballyill", "Tha Prominence"
Song: Secound Hand Smoke
AIM: PoeticThreat

yo yo i suffer trauma, by both ways// i feel i got asthma, when am smokin// i enjoy inhaling cronic// even though the lungs aint flawless// i still smoke, until am unconsious// until i provoke, to become demonikk// load up the cartridge// and let the gunn blow to injure, your cartilage// let it be insured, evryone around me is a target// once am high thats regarding// also the weapon that be capable of sparking// to much urge of weed, shooties is started// emerge from another breed, that am heartless// once few blunts are overwhelmed// my mentality proceeds, to become retarted// and i cant overcome being rebelled// not feeling incarcerated, but as if am levitating, off the haze that be very swell// due to money that be never evading// pass the blunt to nefarious (my brother) cauz am too high// feel like i got butterflies, up in my stomach// the weed leaves me capable to die, but i still love it// let the smoke cluster my lungs until am done with it// and then freestlye "off with my head" like the beatnutts and pun did it// then am committed, to pass the blunt to my niggas// the one that keep that weed babysitted// but we have plenty peeps// and many trees// that people will forfeit, the blunts that be lit// secound hand smoke no camping or nigger licks// until the pipe leaves us dismissed// or until the roach clip is extinguished//