The first time, I just wanted
To be cool, fat lip good ol’ boy.
Looking back, I was just
A fool, another Big Tobacco toy
In the making.
Got me drunk, made me swoon,
Liked that feeling, howled at the moon,
Swiped another can, too young to buy,
Now thief and liar, was once a good guy.
Down the road, left the can and
Picked up the pack.
Smoked like a chimney,
Not minding the nicotine attack.
A promise years later to be
A better man,
Put down the pack for good, but picked up
The can.
Needed the nic, or at least so
I thought.
No telling through the years
How many rolls of death I bought.
Wasted my money, ignored looks from my peers,
Never thinking of quitting, never believing
My own fears.
What led me here wasn’t a doc
Or the sight of gross spit;
A bump on my gum
Scared me to quit.
Seeing the look in my wife’s loving eyes
Was enough to finally
Stop living the lies
The Nic bitch was whispering
Each day in my ear:
“You need me, you want me;
There’s nothing to fear.”
I talked to my dentist and
Found Kill The Can.
Brotherhood and Accountability
Make me a real man.
