No matter what the doctor may say.
No matter how my parents feel.
I will continue to smoke.
Until the day comes and my body decides to croke.
I'm not stupid I understand the severe danger.
my body is filled with a lifes worth of anger.
Continue to judge from the sidelines.
When it's time to die eternity is what I'll find.
To the gates of heaven I hope.
But to tell you the truth the life I live I will be denied.
Because I refuse to be blind and comply.
I'll let it be.
I'm not worried.
Just remember bury me a G.
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Comments1
I gave up smoking 37 years, 5 months, and 25 days ago, not that I am counting of course.
Andy
That's awesome gold but I love black and milds man
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