Shizzy G, oh Shizzy G
With a cigarette always in hand
Addicted to the smoke and haze
He can't seem to understand
The damage he is doing
To his body, mind and soul
Yet he can't resist the pull
Of that burning stick of coal
He coughs and wheezes daily
His breath is short and weak
But still he lights another
And takes a drag, so bleak
His family and friends all worry
For his health and well-being
But Shizzy G can't break the habit
He's trapped and can't escape the feeling
Of that nicotine rush and high
That keeps him coming back for more
But little does he know
It's a deadly addiction, for sure
So here's a plea to Shizzy G
To put down that cigarette
And seek help and support
Before it's too late to forget