I'Ll Trade You Pain For Smoke

Born stressed here, Peer pressure, pain, and no rest till next year, Blowing the smoke in my lungs that my chest fear, It's a mind thing; the pleasure is a treasure for the brain, Followers mouth left dryer than the dessert after puffing the toxic fame, Let me pronounce this man, I think he need counseling; probably by next week he'll smoke a ounce again, Living the street life, Higher than the street lights, Wondering, "what would a life without pain be like", Using struggles for excuses; giving the body bruises until it's useless, Some of the smoke that exist kill; some of the smoke that exist heals cancer, Tell me what the truth is, he said, "I'll trade you pain for smoke", "I said deuces"!