When life went up in smoke and dope,
Till I hit my death bed, I never did lose hope
I started smoking at the age of seven,
Felt as if I was at the gates of heaven.
Years passed by, I became a teenager
Smoke was my best pal, my only friend in a wager.
Years kept passing by, I completed the journey from a teenager to man
Smoke was what I breathed, ate and slept, my only buddy and my only fan
Late one night, I spurted blood
Thought that this was a stream, waiting was the flood
I was hospitalized, diagnosed with cancer, the dreaded disease
My lungs had shriveled like a blown out balloon, life was about to cease
Life was my mistress, smoke my wife
I realized that I had made the wrong choice.
Smoke kills more than bullets, yet we smoke
At the balloon called life, we continue to poke
When life went up in smoke and dope
After this,there can never be hope