Dance for the spirits

Allow me to express myself...
Allow me to dance for the spirits
Allow me to smoke to clear my lungs.
What's your business if If I die young.
O lord, I don't wanna die too young.
Change your tradition if that shit is not working anymore...
I am tired of being bullied, by the custom I don't know who set.
Tradition that turned me into prison,
 Of brick walls with wounded feelings.
I am taking my love back from you.
I am leaving now for I have butterfly wings to fly.
The innocence I lost from our evil city
The heavens please don't fell down from above
As I bow down my head to pray
I pass on love to the new family I make.

thank you

love