Smoke curl slow off a back porch prayer,
Ash fall down like “Lord, you there?”
Bible open, bourbon half-gone,
Tryna make peace with the nights I wronged.
I ain’t holy, I just honest as hell,
Tryna balance out what I can’t sell.
Mama said grace, Daddy said grit,
I learned to blend both and just live with it.
Got faith in the flaws, hope in the haze,
Heaven might wait — I’m still amazed.
Ain’t pure, but I’m real, and that’s all I know,
Still wearin’ sin like a tobacco halo.

Tobacco halo, round my head,
Ash and angels, love and lead.
Prayin’ dirty, talkin’ slow,
Still findin’ light in the places I go.
Tobacco halo, flame still burn,
Peace don’t preach, it’s earned.
I ain’t saved, but I still glow,
In my own kinda tobacco halo.

Yeah, I cuss when I pray, I drink when I think,
Write my truth in smoke and ink.
Got ghosts I toast, friends I miss,
And sins I wear like an old man’s kiss.
Still find beauty in the busted part,
Still find God in a broke man’s heart.
If grace a gift, I spent mine twice,
Still owe mercy, but I roll that dice.
They say good men fade, bad men pay,
But I’m both, dependin’ on the day.
So I sit here quiet, let the ashes fall slow,
Crown crooked in my tobacco halo.

Tobacco halo, round my head,
Ash and angels, love and lead.
Prayin’ dirty, talkin’ slow,
Still findin’ light in the places I go.
Tobacco halo, flame still burn,
Peace don’t preach, it’s earned.
I ain’t saved, but I still glow,
In my own kinda tobacco halo.

Yeah, I’m just tryin’ to make peace with the ash,
Every burn a memory that don’t pass.
Ain’t no choir singin’ where I belong,
Just old ghosts hummin’ my wrongs in song.
I don’t ask clean — I just ask true,
If I find grace, it’ll smell like chew.

Still breathe smoke like scripture lines,
Still love deep in a world of fines.
Ain’t proud of half the things I’ve done,
But damn, they made me someone.
I ain’t pure, but I ain’t through,
Still fight my peace like sinners do.
If I see heaven, I’ll walk in slow,
Smell like bourbon, with a tobacco halo.

Tobacco halo, round my head,
Ash and angels, love and lead.
Prayin’ dirty, talkin’ slow,
Still findin’ light in the places I go.
Tobacco halo, flame still burn,
Peace don’t preach, it’s earned.
I ain’t saved, but I still glow,
In my own kinda tobacco halo.

I ain’t holy.
But I’m whole enough.