Being addicted I have to speak on cigarettes. I was 7 years old the first time my throat was cold, from menthol starring down at the New Port I hold, it starring back into my soul. A governmental scheme, that it's step-brother, the complexion of green seen. The lines in between, it's told. And mocks, 20 a box, 10 of stock, 1 life a day drop. Warning labels on the side, nothing to hide from our eyes, not to hide it's secret. But we choose not care and keep it. Prices continue to rise cause we continue to buy. The first legal drug in America. Your America. I guess mine's too, the America that profits off black lungs that pump blue. Laughing at the commercials, you know which ones, the ones with the orange screne at the end claiming it's the truth, it's true. But money and power hides it from you. Read it's history, dig up it's roots. Plant seeds of knowledge as you smoke a few. To be slim virginia packs a mean punch. What's cool about kools? Who killed Jon Boro? His creation, a Marlboro. What ports on Earth are new? In the 1700's what caused Greensboro, Virginia's riot? The government knew that cigarettes caused cancer, who you think paid them to keep quite. And in the early 1800's who told pregnant women that cigarettes is a calm and relaxing way to diet? That sound stupid don't it? But money will effect everything til the end of time. Cigarettes will be legal til the end of time. They'll kill people for even longer. Cause us as consumers, the producers are always stronger. A break is what we need to last longer. But for now I'll smoke my undying addiction and feed it's questionable hunger.