I have smoke in my lungs, n wind on face.
For the peaceful rungs, i enjoy at pace.
To heal me soul, and diminish me health.
For i not care, to this worldly filth.
For death is me friend, and darkness is where I've born.
Am i sheep or wolf?
For i not know my purpose, for i not have a legacy.
Yet i mind find n make it.
I have smoke in my lungs, n wind on face,
For the peaceful rungs, i enjoy at pace.
