”THE FEDERAL MINISTRY OF HEALTH WARNS THAT SMOKERS ARE LIABLE TO DIE YOUNG”
Clouds and Rings of smoke fills the air
Various shapes and sizes, the incomplete building is their lair
He is often found with this bad crew
He changes girls, he always has them brand new
His boldness, confidence and swagger grew
He could get just any girl he desires and wanted
Naija, Yankee and even those that were janded
Another puff of it and he is in ecstasy
He is surely higher than the heavenly bodies
A loud bang on the door is heard to interrupt this divine feeling
Not even the sound of his fathers keys jingling
Frank what is going on in there?
The question of a curious father
But all this falls on deaf ears
Frank is high, high like a kite
So high, he is like an eagle in flight
The door breaks open eventually
Brother, Mother and Sister were in a state of melancholy
Father takes a look at Frank a spitting image of him
His son looks so pale and frail
Frank had taken his last puff
He took the last of this hard stuff
He had smoked himself out of this universe
And now all we hear is a sad Sunday bible verse
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
What a lovely soul his family has lost
He was feeble, frail and young
This boy of thirteen has gone to the great beyond