His hazy bloodshot eyes
Rose tint this world of lies
His mind is surely broke
This is the son of smoke
Rolled back his eyes now see
His life in fantasy
His cracked lips faintly spoke
I am the son of smoke
His crooked vacant smile
Takes him away a while
And with one last big toke
He is the sum of smoke
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