Alchemisland

Smoke curling in the air like the toes of a ghost getting his hole

An ounce of skull-splitting blow and bags of snow from Lagos

If it comes in late, go Kratos

Leave them fulla holes pondering fate

Looking for loot, smashing crates

Raze a spliff end so I can create

They went hungry while we ate

Pictures of ex wives all over the place, Henry VIII

Sword of Damocles shadows my pate

Overhead like the guillotine blade

Don’t worry about deficits in trade, got the high grade belayed

Spliff went off like a pinless grenade, at the spot with my mates

If someone betrays it’ll be like their first day on skates

End up covered in scrapes, girdled by yellow tape

Can’t remember the last time I prayed

But I know why my guardian angel didn’t stay

He was dismayed, seeing me sinning day after day

But I had to keep at it, had to get my A 

Report cards all F’s, resort to fisitcuffs, all hard lefts

Fiend asking for weed but I’ve only got hard left

Bright lights and sirens, pull into a cleft and park it

Lay low, ear spliff finally spark it

Volume up to fifty, ear split 

Up early, lark it

Inside my pockets, that’s the market.