كلمات Slave To The Chron

How many hours of my life Have been spent hitting the pipe? Blackened tar that's within me I should scrape my lungs for all the THC Loss of brain cells Short attention span Self control is gone But I... I'm a slave to the Chron No point to fight back, the weed has won I'm a slave to the Chron Resistance is futile I've know all along With every toke inhaled I crawl closer to the grave I live in fear the police will take my pot away War and death are everywhere, life's become a joke So why not take this stress away within this cloud of smoke? So many hours of my life Have been spent hitting the pipe Blackened tar that's within me I should scrape my lungs for all the THC But I... I'm a slave to the Chron Tight green grip grown of the earth is strong I'm a slave to the Chron 20% of the earth can't be wrong Slaves to the Chron Stirring restlessness inside of me Addiction to quell, unreal agony It's in my blood and it's in my skull Without my nuggets the world just seems dull Dull! Slave to the Chron How many hours of my life Have been spent hitting the pipe? Blackened tar that's within me I should scrape my lungs for all the THC