I am a smoker, sativa of course : 
 
I blow black smoke in your eyes when you have a choice.  
 
“Tear up this paper,”  
Everything is trauma (“I exist”). Whoa...  
 
The way you move talking to me tonight is a fair shake at fame.  
 
When you put your money down ..  
We can start over in the middle but it’s just the beginning.  
Fame shows up in either one long consequence or buckets of sequence.