"in my crazy life"

I used to smoke 2 joints at night,
KING SIZE, yeah you bet, that's alright.
But, then I found out my wife's got cancer,
2-Z's a week 2-every hour is what I fed.
With all my pain, it made her crazy in her head,
all the poetry I bled (I couldn't cope) for her and some other girl.
Pretty soon, out of her head, she got mad destroyed my world.
Intensive care became such a f**king "GOD DAMN" bore,
I left moved in with my mom, my wife,
pretty soon you can't call her "Chapman."
It's called divorce my friend,
how sweet thou apprehend.
Now, I smoke no more,
"no woman no cry,"
all I have is wine,
to write and take care of what has fed,
my fantasy is slipping into my head.

So, the other day,
I was walking down the street.
This girl named Izzy gave me a ride.
She was playing Sublime.
I said you like Sublime, me too.
She said alright,
she lit up a joint,
I said what's the point?
Let's light up 2,
What are you a Jew?

3 millimeters in her lung.
Who knows how much time she has left?
7 years of marriage, 7 breast surgeries, a ten pound tumor, and some other female crap. I couldn't take anymore.