If the lighter wouldn't flick and this cig wouldn't light
my future is unknown i might wild out tonight
its that very fate a little flip of a flame
will i remain calm or will i go fully insane
Throw the lighter down damn near in disgust
Talking to myself hollaring what the ****
Rather kill myself slowly puff after puff
than maybe do wrong and end up in cuffs
Life is rough not just for me but for all
its a damn shame a cigarette can make or break ya mental calls
But he who the ultimate winner doesnt needs that
just load up a bowl of mary jane unwind and relax
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem