From Smoke To Skull
From Smoke To Skull
The era of westernization
A tale of survival it narrates,
The social inclusion comes
In the form of peers back,
The Gordy habits we begin to stack.
The hue of smoke is that we cherish
How much would our body, we never think
That would perish!?
To implant an audacity in personality,
Rum sounds best in the vicinity.
Engrossed in creating a stature,
Painting the colors of smoke
As our feature,
Rattling breaths is that we deny
In the future, our health would cry.
Limits our the rules of living
The breath would abate if we don't
Start weaning,
Giving an amicable glance Once or
twice a while,
Would not shorten our run by a mile.
But wrong habits if the transition to our
Character,
None of our guilt would matter
Before the flesh dries to a meagre
Set of bones
Let the time left, be a chance to pay
Our body, the indebted loans.