Funny how the lamps looked like stars
Fallen from the sky because God got angry at them
It was New Year when I started my bad habit
How ironic!
My cigar lit up like a Christmas light
Merry ******* Christmas!
My soul asked me what do I like about it
Well the flame looked alive than I am
Why would he asked that to an already drunken man
Ruby wine got me good, I'm gonna curse at you tomorrow morning
**** I was doing freestyle which was different from my usual.
**** it. I would say a little prayer now that goes like this:
Cigar, cigar,
Why do you taste like sugar
Apple, orange and mango
Are what I should consume while I do tango
I did say that my cigar's flame
Looked like a shape of home-oh that's lame
But really I thought I saw some family that lives in there
As I looked intently,
I felt a hand gently
Double tapped my shoulder
Did I think I was going madder
Than I was before I took a hit
Oh I might be going down a pit
My soul revisited me
As if I was harmed entirely by my ruby
Anyway he wanted me to end
This in a positve note
Don't do drugs or God Almighty shall send
You to somewhere sad and remote.