Slave To The Chron

How many hours of my lifeHave been spent hitting the pipe?Blackened tar that's within meI should scrape my lungs for all the THCLoss of brain cellsShort attention spanSelf control is goneBut I...I'm a slave to the ChronNo point to fight back, the weed has wonI'm a slave to the ChronResistance is futile I've know all alongWith every toke inhaled I crawl closer to the graveI live in fear the police will take my pot awayWar and death are everywhere, life's become a jokeSo why not take this stress away within this cloud of smoke?So many hours of my lifeHave been spent hitting the pipeBlackened tar that's within meI should scrape my lungs for all the THCBut I...I'm a slave to the ChronTight green grip grown of the earth is strongI'm a slave to the Chron20% of the earth can't be wrongSlaves to the ChronStirring restlessness inside of meAddiction to quell, unreal agonyIt's in my blood and it's in my skullWithout my nuggets the world just seems dullDull!Slave to the ChronHow many hours of my lifeHave been spent hitting the pipe?Blackened tar that's within meI should scrape my lungs for all the THC