Dirty Laundry

My clothes smell like the green grass I wash and watch and watch time pass Another dollar spent No time to repent Heaven sent but hell bound Hell no dont make a sound More flames seen in my eyes This gin tastes like the skies More truth unspoken This ash is smoking Still in a way I'm hoping But for now, This light im toking Passing in poverty Oh the audacity Lights in the city A pitty. Sit Hells pit Another day washing clothes Like Dam, only lord knows So, I continue And clean, so new. Still its these dirty shirts Thats what hurts the most One simple wash It all spins through Dirty till Clean I still miss your smell...