"*Smoke and Fly*"
Sometimes the brain starts craving cigarettes,
It causes lung cancer but it has no regrets.
We don't put up constraint on count we consume,
As up above in air we disperse the fume,
There isn't anything best aside "Sutta and Chai"
the deadly combo that makes the smokers fly high.
It appears bold & swaggy in the crowd we stand,
when we act like a man with the smoke in our hand.
Folks forbid to smoke, they say life will be done,
but we regard the smoking as a harmless fun.
The life seems good what sorrow could it bring?
It might be a mistake but its our adulthood thing.
It started in college, we boys were so young,
we kinda smoked our worries, but not our lungs.
They give peculiar reasoning for smoking to quit,
but deep down inside, its cool and they know it.
Let's reconsider the thought before kicking this habit,
since there was a story behind, why we ever had it.
It's injurious or healthy, let's not get into that fight,
I just wanna smoke you got a light?
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